Marčelo - Diamonds lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Wintr] Yea, ice up on my wrist, yea Wintr got that sh**, yea Hoes be on my dick, yea Y'all b**hes are mad lames And you know that you mad stains And I do it for the fame, yea Yea, ice up on my wrist, yea Wintr got that sh**, yea Hoes be on my dick, yea Y'all b**hes are mad lames And you know that you mad stains And I do it for the fame, yea All these hoes, yea they be chasing me b**h I'm broke, just bought designer jeans I get paid like money fall from trees Flex up on me, nah don't f** with me Back up on my whip, you know my wrist, that sh** is icy Lil gin$eng on the beat, got Wintr rapping on the feat Back up on my whip, you know my wrist, that sh** is icy All my sh** Designer, got me flexing like I'm flying [Verse 2: Hella Sketchy] I might look like I am broke I'm just lowkey making dough Moving pounds all for the low Making bands all on the low Flexing in designer clothes All y'all acting way too broke All y'all need to take some notes Watch me make my money grow Never hit my line, I'm too busy counting all my racks Never need a shorty 'cause she ain't helping me get no stacks Never love a hoe, all these hoes talking behind my back All these hoes not making cash All these hoes do nothing but lack [Verse 3: Shiro] This my last year being broke, yeah, woah b**h I'm 'bout to f**ing glo, yeah, woah This my last year being broke, yeah, woah b**h I'm 'bout to f**ing glo, yeah, woah This my last year being broke, like Lil Citgo watch me glo Yeah, Shiro on a roll, I'm making hits with all my bros b**h I'm Sonic you can't catch me Stack the cash until I'm happy Yeah, your b**h she looking at me She stay tryna get at me Yeah I'm draped up in the Gosha Rubchinsky My ex she text my phone, she said she miss me Then I block that b**h's number real quickly Don't hit me for no beats, you won't get sh** b Yeah, woah, yeah, yeah This my last year being broke, yeah, woah Like Lil Citgo watch me glo, yeah, woah b**h I'm 'bout to f**ing glo, yeah, woah [Verse 4: Marcelo] They gon' wonder if I'm gonna switch it up 'Cause I gotta chase this guap, I go and run it up Nah, they don't know me, ain't your homie, nah They'll never see me till I'm up and right in front of 'em Sorry baby but my gang come first All these b**hes want a spot, and you know that's the worst Put in work, I put in work, I'm stacking up these payments Then I blow it on some merch, then I blow it on some merch, yeah Exotic items, all that ice, yeah I need all of that I'm in my foreign whip for the morning trip Driving fast, switching lanes, I got somewhere to get However much I got, yeah I need more of it