[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Look at these diamonds, they shinin'
Look at these bitches, they lyin'
Baby, these diamonds not Johnny
I just called up Avianne
I don't got no stylist
All my planes are privates
Perkys on the privates
We don't fuck with molly
We had to lay back on them pills
I just fucked the pint up
I'm finna settle in your field
Get slimed, lil' bitch, I know you not real
I'ma spend my money on guns and pills
In Atlanta with a bitch and the bitch so bad
I'm on the that lean, lil' bitch
Kick the bitch out, I don't need the bitch

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
I'm from the Flat, lil n***a (Ooh)
We started trappin', n***a (Ooh)
We started rappin', n***a (Ooh)
These all black diamonds, n***a (Ooh)
Hang out with robbers, n***a (Ooh)
What you know about robbin' n***as? (Ooh)
What you know about TECs? (Ooh)
What you know about mobbin', n***a?

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Look at these diamonds, they shinin'
Look at these bitches, they lyin'
Baby, these diamonds not Johnny
I just called up Avianne
I don't got no stylist
All my planes are privates
Perkys on the privates
We don't fuck with molly
We had to lay back on them pills
I just fucked the pint up
I'm finna settle in your field
Get slimed, lil' bitch, I know you not real
I'ma spend my money on guns and pills
In Atlanta with a bitch and the bitch so bad
I'm on the that lean, lil' bitch
Kick the bitch out, I don't need the bitch

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Uh
Yeah, the sun out, so my boys gonna trap today
When you get money, every day like Saturday (Woo)
N***a's lyin', yeah, he stuck with a cappin' face
N***as rattin', they get hit with the MAC today (Woo)
It's my "I don't even know, um, what happened" face
Grandma in the kitchen still singin' "Happy Days" (Yeah)
I just popped a G-6, I'm in my happy place
She was trippin', had to ask her, "What perc you take?" (Let's go!)
I can make your lil' bitch just wanna percolate
Sex first then we can have a after-date (Yeah)
Gave me head 'til my shit, um, decapitate
Look me in my eye and do, um, that nasty face (Woah)
Make it rain in the club like a nasty day
Told 'em that I'm comin', oh, no ejaculate
Pastry, pocket, boy, you not havin' cake
Fuck that overcoat and I swear your jacket late
Bro', just made his money back off a half a plate
Rollie cost me 40 thousand, that's half the face
I remember when them n***as all laughed at me
Portfolios, now they all bring their apps to me
Wish before me that my bitch practiced abstinence
Wishes don't come true until you just practice it
N***as broke? Never, ho, bitch, we havin' it
Yes, we spendin' it, but you know we stackin' it

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Look at these diamonds, they shinin'
Look at these bitches, they lyin'
Baby, these diamonds not Johnny
I just called up Avianne
I don't got no stylist
All my planes are privates
Perkys on the privates
We don't fuck with molly
We had to lay back on them pills
I just fucked the pint up
I'm finna settle in your field
Get slimed lil' bitch, I know you not real
I'm spendin' my money on guns and pills
In Atlanta with a bitch and the bitch so bad
I'm on the that lean, lil' bitch
Kick the bitch out, I don't need the bitch