Songwriter: Lil Uzi Vert

Producer: Brandon Finessin

[Intro]
Bling blaow, bling blaow (Bling blaow)
Bling blaow, bling blaow (Bling blaow)
Bling blaow, bling blaow (Ayy, Brandon, man, why you do that?)

[Verse]
"How come all your jewelry always shinin'?"
That’s because these is real diamonds
Say you gettin' guap, boy, you be lyin'
I’m a Leo, I'm a lion
I put water on my chain so I'm glidin'
If it's not designer, we won't buy it
If I stand on my money, I'm like 9'6"
I just copped the ’Rari, I can’t drive it (Ayy, Brandon, man, why you do that?)
I just copped the 'Rari, I can’t drive it
Paid four hundred just to sit inside it
I just took a thirty on the night-shift
I got shooters lurkin' on the night-shift
Okay, uh, get that check, uh, yeah
All blue backs, uh, yeah
Spend them racks, uh, yeah
Get it back, uh, yeah
Count that check, uh, yeah
Can't relax, uh, yeah
Big Maybach, yeah, drop the debt, yeah
Buy one more, uh, yeah
Stomach hurt, uh, yeah
Why you itchin'? Uh, yeah
Glock extended, uh, yeah
This a business, uh, yeah
Mind your business, uh, yeah
Like, this a Birkin, uh, yeah
Not no Benny, uh
Bentley, not no Benny, rest in peace to Benny
Rest in peace to Chico, see me, other man on the front, another Benji
I can make hundred million, in a hundred minutes
I can show you how to dress, Chrome Hearts, yeah, way I’m drippin'
Way I'm drippin', bitch, I'm ballin' like the Pistons (Like the Pistons)
In your crib, fuck your misses, with my pistol
Hit that bitch so hard that I blow out her pistons
Man, I ain't trippin', this is real shit, not that written
Okay, long board, move with my weapon
Everything I do lethal
Whip it up in that kitchen, baby, like a chef, no bishop
Heat it up, eat it up, baby
On the table, do the deep-throat
We got cutlets in our chain, babe, Pharrell, Nigo
I wanna see her chest, I might wear your T-shirt
Babe, I had to do my research, I had you at senior
And you heard that I'm a baller, you know I don't bend her
You know we drive in big foreigns, we don't want no Bimmers
You know that I don't want that watch, if it don't got no face
AP fully loaded, with that glass, look like a vase, uh (Skrr)
Got the Promethazine on a vessel, it look like a grape, wait
I don't even want that girl, then she come to me, no waste
I was overseas eatin' croissants and the crepes
Diamonds all up in my face
"Lil Uzi, what you spend today?" (Yeah)
I'm rocking Off-White and I'll fuck your bae
Yeah, my shoelace say "Shoelace" (Okay)
We put the Molly in the lemonade
So we turn that to Minute Maid
I could never take no bands
I work too hard for my cake
I go too hard 'cause I'm real
You keep tryna impress the fake
Try to 'press me, you gon' 'press the fade
Load up my chopper, get hit with the blade
None of these bitches, no, I cannot save
These niggas corny so they in the maize
Listen, I was the one with no cake
Nowadays, hundred-K right out the safe
'Member your girl she was creepin' out late
I fucked your girl in the face, oh, I took your girl on a date
She said I make her feel great
When we talk about you, we don't hate
If you don't like me that's late, uh
If you don't like me that's hate, uh
Diamonds on my neck like a lake, yeah
Diamonds so big like a glacier
Don't got my number out the pages
My new closet, it look so big, it look like a vacant
Had to fill it up with Balmains and you name it
I got extra swag, I got extra famous
This shit happened extra fast, I'm the one that made it
From the projects to a gated
Makin' movies with your girl, and all of them X-rated

[Outro]
To a motherfuckin'-
X-rated

Lil Uzi Vert

Symere Bysil Woods (b. July 31, 1994), popularly known as Lil Uzi Vert, is an American recording artist from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.

In an interview with Vibe Magazine, the Francisville, North Philadelphia native explained the origins of his stage

Some guy was just like ‘You rap fast, man. Like a little machine gun,’ and from that moment I was Lil Uzi.

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