Q. Winchester - On My Wrist Lyrics

This what they want
Yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy
This what they want
Yeah, woah, this what they want
Yeah, yeah, this what they want
Yeah, yeah, this what they want
Ayy...

All these diamonds dancin on my wrist
Got your girly dancin on my dick
Got her takin' chances in the whip
Pull up to the mansion, make her strip
Woah, ayy
All these diamonds dancin on my wrist
Got your girly dancin on my dick
Got her takin' chances in the whip
Pull up to the mansion, make her strip
Woah, ayy...

Yeah..
This what they want so I made 'em a hit
I call her thot and you call her your bitch
You shoot your shot, all you hittin' is bricks
I hit my shot; give my watch the assist
Ayy...
Yeah...

They pass it to me like I never miss
Feelin' like Curry, just pull up and swish
I make it happen, you makin a wish
I am the captain, you swim with the fish
You say you trappin' and I ain't convinced
I'm makin' cash and you makin' no sense
I took the bag and put that on my wrist
Yeah...
Ayy...

I tell my haters I ain't got the time
So many diamonds, I can't see the time
Boy, I just shine like I ain't tryin' to hide
She be your girl but the pussy is mine

Yeah...
This what they want so I made 'em a hit
I call her thot and you call her your bitch
You shoot your shot, all you hittin' is bricks
I hit my shot; gave my watch the assist
Ayy...

Like...
All these diamonds dancin on my wrist
Got your girly dancin on my dick
Got her takin' chances in the whip
Pull up to the mansion, make her strip
Woah, ayy
All these diamonds dancin on my wrist
Got your girly dancin on my dick
Got her takin' chances in the whip
Pull up to the mansion, make her strip
Woah...