[Intro: J Neat]
I got diamonds on my neck, on my neck

[Chorus: J Neat]
On my grind I can't sleep, we gon' win for my team
All these pointers on my neck, bitch, I ball like the league
We get TT, we get TT, do the gang she such a freak
With all these diamonds on my neck got her wetter than the sea
I got n***as doing years, they ain't doing weeks
So all this cake that I been getting, man, I ain't gotta serve no fiends, yeah
All my opps be plotting but they moving like the neat and
All this pain you feel me, pop them pеrcs up on my demons

[Verse 1: J Neat]
Fuck spinning, keep on spinning, uh, just like Wheel of Fortune
I been gеtting money so these bitches get annoying
I can't call you, I can't text you, baby girl I'm getting Bordens
Dior with Givenchy YSL I look foreign

[Verse 2: Burna Bandz]
Bad lil' bitch she foreign
When it rain it storming
Got n***as waiting on release dates just like Jordans
Tote the Taurus, touring
Killers with me I'm out performing
Can't save the bitch like storage
Gotta watch out for informants
Diamonds they hitting she can't ignore it
We got money and power it ain't no shortage
These n***as they wait, they taking up space
I with Baby K he got baby dra'
We getting paid at the end of the day
Cartier frames and yeah I see the shade
[?] I was sitting in days
That was [?] by the way
[Verse 3: J Neat]
We give him a headshot, get that n***a out the way and
I feel like a coach 'cause everyday I'm making plays, yeah
I been on my grind, I'm getting paid like every season
Yeah she say she love me, could you tell me what's the meaning?
I feel like I'm Meek 'cause I been chasing all my dreams
And I remember days when I was sleeping with the fiends
I can't trust a soul I keep a 30 in my neen
I came for the bag, fuck up the show and then I leave
I just keep running up these racks and then repeat
My shooter he gon' shoot, uh, I don't need to speak
I been on my grind, tell the feds free my team
Fuck the opps let's cross the street
We still cooking up the beef
I feel like I'm Rico, walk up on 'em then I swish 'em
I feel like I'm 2X, everyday I'm in the trenches
John Wick on your block he have you running; jumping fences
Free little cronem locked down up in detention

[Chorus: J Neat]
On my grind I can't sleep, we gon' win for my team
All these pointers on my neck, bitch, I ball like the league
We get TT, we get TT, do the gang she such a freak
With all these diamonds on my neck got her wetter than the sea
I got n***as doing years, they ain't doing weeks
So all this cake that I been getting, man, I ain't gotta serve no fiends, yeah
All my opps be plotting but they moving like the neat and
All this pain you feel me, pop them percs up on my demons