Somebody tell the DJ to turn it up. Somebody tell the DJ to turn it up. . Now I see why they hating. My diamonds Harlem's shaking. All the bad bitches I'm taking.
I'm throwing like I used to. Got your common boohoo. And my diamons coloured new blue. Got these bitches coocoo. Bag 'em up when they chuchu. And track on these hoes.
No matter how hard we strive to stay alive. The reality is, one day we all gone die. So I'ma just stay on the grind and live it up. Enjoy mines until it's time to give it up.