Diego Money, Lil Duke and Famous Dex - DiegoDexterDuke

(Zaytoven)

Pull up in drop top, so Imma speed
Down in LA wit' my niggas smokin' trees
One phone call nigga tell me what you need
No I'm not a rat but I
Run straight to the cheese
What you got inside your pocket
A couple G's bad bitches with me
And they all got triple D's
Run me up a check
Did that shit wit' no degree
Pull up in a Vet, everybody knows me

Know what I'm saying, Dexter
Ooh, what, know what I'm saying
Ya know what I'm sayin' money, ya dig
AP wrist on froze, know what I'm sayin'
Duke, Dexter, Diego diego, Duke, and Dexter
Ha, Ion give a fuck what ya say woah, yeah!

Ooh, ooh, I just came up on a pint
Say you get money, you ain't
Diamonds shinin' like a light
Ooh, what, 30 on me I don't fight
Kill a lil' boy up on sight
Bad bitch, pussy pink
Wait, riding 'round it's just me and Duke
Smokin' on the ooh countin' up my blues
You know Diego wit' me too
Wave brothers bitch yeah we the crew

I'm tryna' stay in the mix
Young nigga stay with the shit
Put a little dope on my wrist
Get you a 50 gon' cost you a brick
I used to trap in the spot wit' the stick
And I be wit' Dexter just like I'm Rich
I keep a bad bitch, she sucking my dick
I'm in the Lambo, I speedracin'
We drankin' straight we don't need chasers
These niggas broke, and they need paper
We wit the shit, we the creators
Typical bih' ain't got lot of flavor
They know that I shine, got a lot of haters
Just took a private jet outta Vegas
I'ma get money, my obligation
Pull up with the top down
Got all these bitches watchin'
Watch these fake ass hoes
All these bitches wishing-washing
I'm just cruising in my own lane
Bitch I'm steady bossin'
And they know me like a Celtic
I got shooters out in Boston
Bitch I used to be broke
Ain't no nigga try to cross me
Then I ran down on they ass
And I hit 'em with them choppers
Will somebody call the ambulance them
Boys gon' need a doctor
We finna' get them, but they know we proper
Don't answer questions
We answerin' problems
Pull up in drop top, so Imma speed
Down in LA wit' my niggas smokin' trees
One phone call nigga tell me what you need
No I'm not a rat but I
Run straight to the cheese
What you got inside your pocket
A couple G's bad bitches with me
And they all got triple D's
Run me up a check
Did that shit wit' no degree
Pull up in a Vet, everybody knows me

Written by:
YSL DUKE, DEXTER GORE, DIEGO MONEY, XAVIER L. DOTSON

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