[Intro: Young Thug]
Diamonds drippin' on me head to toe
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Yeah, YSL
(Wheezy beats)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
You don't need to ride for me, you don't need to die for me
You don't need to lie to me, never switch sides on me
You don't need to try for me, you never will try for me
Duckin' the cops with me, standin' on the block with me, hey
I got bling, bling, bling in my earlobe
And I feel like Charlie Sheen, you know cash talk
I'm with a bad brown ting from the ghetto
I taught her how to get some pesos, let's go

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Critics gon' talk about somethin'
These streets, they gon' talk about somethin'
So let's be the somethin' they talkin' 'bout
Put you in red bottoms, watch you walk it out
Walk it out, walk, walk, walk it out
And if you play, I let 'em chalk you out
Take you under my wing, you'll fuck around and gon' ball like Rose
And I donate you my funds, Red Cross
Ring around the rosy, I'm a dead dog
I was hustlin' slowly duckin' red dawgs
I'ma put a Patek on a red broad
Skin her down, hop in the car, sped off
Scared now, scared now
I got filled up with red now, red now
And your DM's say you read now, slid in there
Finger that ho with rings on like a sled now
Let me [?] retarded dome, you sped now
[Chorus: Young Thug]
You don't need to ride for me, you don't need to die for me
You don't need to lie to me, never switch sides on me
You don't need to try for me, you never will try for me
Duckin' the cops with me, standin' on the block with me, hey
I got bling, bling, bling in my earlobe
And I feel like Charlie Sheen, you know cash talk
I'm with a bad brown ting from the ghetto
I taught her how to get some pesos, let's go

[Verse 2: Gunna]
I gotta get these pesos
I stack them racks so high it look like Legos
I got a plug, he got 'em for the low-low
[?] from San Diego
I grew up in the streets where they got no heart
Them boys don't care down here, we got our own war
I'm sleepin' with that chopper, glad I own
Lookin' at you haters through these Chrome Hearts
I told my n***a, "Spin that shit again"
We gon' go in Magic, go and throw a ten again
Pulled to Don Jackson, go and cop another Benz
Another pretty foreign bitch, gettin' blowed behind the tint
I can read through it all, I can see your flaws
You just want me spend it all when I'm in the mall
When I fuck and break you off, you want me to break you off
I can see you runnin' off if I was fallin' off
You wasn't ridin' for me
[Chorus: Young Thug]
You don't need to ride for me, you don't need to die for me
You don't need to lie to me, never switch sides on me
You don't need to try for me, you never will try for me
Duckin' the cops with me, standin' on the block with me, hey
I got bling, bling, bling in my earlobe
And I feel like Charlie Sheen, you know cash talk
I'm with a bad brown ting from the ghetto
I taught her how to get some pesos, let's go

[Outro: Young Thug]
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