Yessuh
It’s Wavy
Child of the bling era
Y’know what I’m talkin’ ‘bout
I gotta be blingy
Nahm sayin’
We gonna get it tho
Hey
Hey
Hey

If you gonna rap about it, mane ya better get it
I’ma have my bank showin’ commas any second
I deserve the splurgin’, I deserve flexin’
I deserve to have multiple digits in the checkin’
I can’t even cap, let a nigga get a milli
I’ma take a quarter of that hoe and go silly
Never green necked but these emeralds is illy
Need a bubble coat because my forecast chilly
G-Body need to come straight from the 80’s
Caprice or the El Co’, dubs on the baby
Grill when I smile, gotcha thinkin’ that they high beams
Rose gold lookin’ like strawberry ice cream
Rubies and sapphires like it’s gang unity
Color coordinated I don’t need ya matchin’ scrutiny
Get the type of shit that ain’t ya average jewelry
Doin’ my thang so I can shine beautifully

Gold, chains, ruby rings
Fruity, pebbles, they go, bling
Emer-alds, dia-monds
Saph-fires, shine on, then
Tourma-line, like I’m, poe’d
Opal, pearl, topaz, stones
This ain’t, ordin-nary, shine
Bitch, I’ma, get, mine

Big Time, I’m a Big Tymer
All these diamonds got me shining
Know my wrist a blind ya
Big stones in my Rollie like I know the miners
Well that’s because I know who mined it
Diamonds from Africa but these ain’t conflict
Got the game locked up like I signed to Konvict
And I’m tryna buy a country on some Akon shit
Talking stocks not lean, been making Acorn flips
I had tried to kick my cup
But I’m still pourin’ up
She gone drop it low, yeah
She gone touch her toes, yeah
She gone hit the floor, yeah
I got a thousand hoes, yeah
Need to buy a stripper pole
You know how that shit go

Gold, chains, ruby rings
Fruity, pebbles, they go, bling
Emer-alds, dia-monds
Saph-fires, shine on, then
Tourma-line, like I’m, poe’d
Opal, pearl, topaz, stones
This ain’t, ordin-nary, shine
Bitch, I’ma, get, mine

Young fly nigga, I might take yo’ bitch to Chile
My wrist 250 but my neck cost me a milli
I will slap a nigga, rock a nigga, if he talkin’ silly
These diamonds flawless, I can’t let no nigga blemish on my image
These niggas on my payroll, they gon' do whatever I say
They gon' lay low, they gon' rock out in broad day
Do magic, empty the whole clip and let you have it
We hit the block and run it up and flip it like gymnastics
These diamonds look like fruity pebbles whenever they hit the sun
Plottin’ on a bag but sorry, baby, I can’t give you none
My nigga, Steez, tell him what I need and then he got it done
Big timer just like Mannie Fresh when the chorus come
These diamonds look like fruity pebbles whenever they hit the sun
Plottin’ on a bag but sorry, baby, I can’t give you none
My nigga, Steez, tell him what I need and then he got it done
Big timer just like Mannie Fresh when the chorus come

Gold, chains, ruby rings
Fruity, pebbles, they go, bling
Emer-alds, dia-monds
Saph-fires, shine on, then
Tourma-line, like I’m, poe’d
Opal, pearl, topaz, stones
This ain’t, ordin-nary, shine
Bitch, I’ma, get, mine