[Intro]
Uh

[Chorus]
It's a party, what it do, uh?
Diamonds hittin' hard yeah, shout-out to my jeweler
And I'm wit' my clique, clique full of shooters
Movin' like the Taliban, shout-out to Dooda
Big bank, why you here? Big bank moolah
N***as be cappin' 'bout racks, don't let 'em fool ya
And your bitch, she left you, 'cause she so cooler
Made a whole lot for this Lambo cruiser

[Verse]
From the North, to L.A
If you tryna gait to the beat, I'm by my eight
If you tryna get smacked, fuck it, pour an eight
I think you ate cake, n***a, look at my—, ayy
And you can see these diamonds flash hard to my face
Rags to riches, and I did it by my lonely
Never gave a n***a a chance to say, "You owe me"
I'on know nobody, so I bе actin' like we're homiеs
I ain't in the streets no more (No more)
This ain't Kamikaze, but I came here wit' a pole (Brrrah)
If you start a problem, then you better get low (Get low)
'Cause they done let some real n***as into the door (Oh yeah)
[Chorus]
It's a party, what it do, uh?
Diamonds hittin' hard yeah, shout-out to my jeweler
And I'm wit' my clique, clique full of shooters
Movin' like the Taliban, shout-out to Dooda
Big bank, why you here? Big bank moolah
N***as be cappin' 'bout racks, don't let 'em fool ya
And your bitch, she left you, 'cause she so cooler
Made a whole lot for this Lambo cruiser