Diego Money
Fuck Clout
[Intro]
Young Diego Money, yeah, you know I bring out the racks
Shop with me, and you might not get nothin' up outta that
Finessed his ass, took his set, and it ain't no comin' back
I been flexin' so damn hard, man, I should have a six pack
Talkin' hunnid band jugg, man, you know that I'm with that
Pull up, foreign matt-black, play with me'll get you whacked

[Pre-Chorus]
(Fuck you, Swvsh!)
Uhh, ayy, yuh
Know my pockets fat, bitch
Know I got the sack-
(Fuck you, Swvsh!)
Uhh, ayy, yuh
Know my pockets fat, bitch
Know I got the sack, bitch
Know I got them racks, bitch
Know I keep a strap, bitch
Smokin' gas pack, man that shit smell like cat piss

[Chorus]
S-Smoke a n***a like a fuckin' dark stout
Actin' ass n***as that just know how to rap
Real street n***a, we ain't worried 'bout no clout
I'm from Oak Cliff, Texas, where all we do is trap
[Post-Chorus]
Real street n***a, we ain't worried 'bout no clout
Actin' ass n***as that just know how to rap
Real street n***a, we ain't worried 'bout no clout
I'm from Oak Cliff, Texas, where all we do is trap

[Verse 1]
I'ma wear my wrist 'til I see a hunnid bands
Walk inside my trap house, all you see is pots and pans
I'ma pull the choppa out, make him do the Running Man
On the block, all I sold at least a hunnid thousand grand
I'm from the Cliff, where my n***as all on that trap shit
We don't really fuck with n***as that be on that rap shit
Keep a strap, pull up on yo' block, and we clap shit
N***as seen fifty thousand, take a look up at my wrist, bitch

[Pre-Chorus]
Know my pockets fat, bitch
Know I got the sack, bitch
Know I got them racks, bitch
Know I keep a strap, bitch
Smokin' gas pack, man that shit smell like cat piss
And you know I keep them racks, bitch

[Chorus]
S-Smoke a n***a like a fuckin' dark stout
Actin' ass n***as that just know how to rap
Real street n***a, we ain't worried 'bout no clout
I'm from Oak Cliff, Texas, where all we do is trap
[Verse 2]
Yeah I'm from the Cliff, ho
Where we rob and sell dope
N***a, tell me what ya want
N***a, hit my cellphone
Yeah I know I rap, ho
But I'm still trappin', ho
Need that pack? Meet me at the blue sto'
Fuck that rap shit, I'll still up that fuckin' pole
Got that flooded Rolex, and that bitch two-tone
I be high class dippin' with Margiela shoes on
Got yo' bitch watchin, 'cause she see these water jewels on

[Refrain]
Young Diego Money, yeah, you know I bring out the racks
Shop with me, and you might not get nothin' up outta that
Finessed his ass, took his set, and it ain't no comin' back
I been flexin' so damn hard, man, I should have a six pack
Talkin' hunnid band jugg, man, you know that I'm with that
Pull up, foreign matt-black, play with me'll get you whacked

[Pre-Chorus]
Know my pockets fat, bitch
Know I got the sack, bitch
Know I got them racks, bitch
Know I keep a strap, bitch
Smokin' gas pack, man that shit smell like cat piss
And you know I keep them racks, bitch
[Chorus]
S-Smoke a n***a like a fuckin' dark stout
Actin' ass n***as that just know how to rap
Real street n***a, we ain't worried 'bout no clout
I'm from Oak Cliff, Texas, where all we do is trap

[Outro]
Real street n***a, we ain't worried 'bout no clout
Actin' ass n***as that just know how to rap
Real street n***a, we ain't worried 'bout no clout
I'm from Oak Cliff, Texas, where all we do is trap