Luv 4 Syrup

All these diamonds
I can’t stop shining
Flooded out the Rollie, what the time is?
I get that money for real, I get that money for real
Swear to God
Foreign cars back to back, back to back, yeah, that’s how we live
Trunk full of baby bottles but hell, I ain’t got no children
I’ve been in love with the syrup
I’ve been in love with the syrup
Hold up, pour up
If I say I love you more than Actavis, I’m lying
Looking at Emojis, I don’t ever use that heart sign
Lil Mazi want me to put them diamonds in their mouth
So I went out with your weight, I was trapping
And when I ain’t had no money, I wasn’t happy
Them Perky’s make you scratch a lot
Fuck her in my parking spot
That’s right, in front of the club
Your bitch fine, she a diamond and you a duck
All these diamonds
I can’t stop shining
Flooded out the Rollie, what the time is?
I get that money for real, I get that money for real
Swear to God
Foreign cars back to back, back to back, yeah, that’s how we live
Trunk full of baby bottles but hell, I ain’t got no children
I’ve been in love with the syrup
I’ve been in love with the syrup
I poured me a deuce in the Minute Maid
Young nigga, I really live it
Got pints outside pints, nigga
Got cases all in the fridges
You talking 'bout it, nigga, I did it
Take a trip to Mississippi
I got some country niggas getting money
Pouring the Act up right up in the Sunny
I’m fucking her good, put it in her stomach
I stick her so deep, yeah, she 'bout to vomit
Dr. Dre-having niggas got the chronic
All at Magic and I’m passing out hundreds
Young nigga get the shit up out the
Started from shit when I got the commas
Getting sucked in the parking lot while I’m waiting on them, better holler
All these diamonds
I can’t stop shining
Flooded out the Rollie, what the time is?
I get that money for real, I get that money for real
Swear to God
Foreign cars back to back, back to back, yeah, that’s how we live
Trunk full of baby bottles but hell, I ain’t got no children
I’ve been in love with the syrup
I’ve been in love with the syrup