See my hunneds blue
Yeah my diamonds green
All my shooters red
Cause they got the beam
I stay Mr. Clean
Mint like Listerine
Your bitch want my kids
Call her Billy Jean
My bitch so smart, she the best at the mathematic
Run to the guap till I'm tired like asthmatic
Stackin' these racks I just feel like a cash addict
Want a lil verse then I need you to Cash App it
Diamonds all white like some vans, call 'em damn Daniel
I got 'em mad cause I'm somethin' they can't handle
She grippin' dick like she grippin' a panhandle
Hunned my shoes and my pants are all damn camo
Flowin' like Uzi, I'm goin' up, vertical
My shit too sick and it's no cure, it's terminal
Fire my flow gotta call it inferno bro
Killin' these beats, you know I got the murder flow
Countin' my paper, I feel like a mathlete
I made a mil now these bitches is after me
I made a mil now these bitches attached to me
But I can't f*ck with them hoes cause they bad for me
Blasphemy
You talk down on my name?
Better cover your neck 'fore I come for your chain
These 38 bullets wet you like the rain
If my shit comin' on then the crowd go insane
Nav lookin' ass, we can't hear what you sayin'
Lil bitch cannot rap so he gotta just sing
You best blow your nose 'fore you hop on the mic
Because everyone else is what you soundin' like
Yikes
See my hunneds blue
Yeah my diamonds green
All my shooters red
Cause they got the beam
I stay Mr. Clean
Mint like Listerine
Your bitch want my kids
Call her Billy Jean
Watch her dance for it
Throw that ass for it
Throw some bands for it
Throw some hands for it
Came with the pack, stash it in Stussy
Came at your mans, left with that pussy
Look at your mans, look like a rookie
Couple of grand if you wanna book me
Hunneds blue, Fuji too
Diamonds green, that's the truth
At your head, lose a tooth
Shooters red, shoot at you
All my hunneds blue
Money Aquafina
Diamonds dancin' too
Shiny ballerina
Shooters disappear from scene yea
You can't see them like John Cena
I stay Mr. Clean yeah, I stay Mr. Clean yeah
I don't miss the beat yeah
I still flip them beans yeah
I came with the beam yeah
I came whippin' Beamer
See my hunneds blue
Yeah my diamonds green
All my shooters red
Cause they got the beam
I stay Mr. Clean
Mint like Listerine
Your bitch want my kids
Call her Billy Jean
See my hunneds blue
Yeah my diamonds green
All my shooters red
Cause they got the beam
I stay Mr. Clean
Mint like Listerine
Your bitch want my kids
Call her Billy Jean
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See my hunneds blue
Yeah my diamonds green
All my shooters red
Cause they got the beam
I stay Mr. Clean
Mint like Listerine
Your bitch want my kids
Call her Billy Jean
My bitch so smart, she the best at the mathematic
Run to the guap till I'm tired like asthmatic
Stackin' these racks I just feel like a cash addict
Want a lil verse then I need you to Cash App it
Diamonds all white like some vans, call 'em damn Daniel
I got 'em mad cause I'm somethin' they can't handle
She grippin' dick like she grippin' a panhandle
Hunned my shoes and my pants are all damn camo
Flowin' like Uzi, I'm goin' up, vertical
My shit too sick and it's no cure, it's terminal
Fire my flow gotta call it inferno bro
Killin' these beats, you know I got the murder flow
Countin' my paper, I feel like a mathlete
I made a mil now these bitches is after me
I made a mil now these bitches attached to me
But I can't f*ck with them hoes cause they bad for me
Blasphemy
You talk down on my name?
Better cover your neck 'fore I come for your chain
These 38 bullets wet you like the rain
If my shit comin' on then the crowd go insane
Nav lookin' ass, we can't hear what you sayin'
Lil bitch cannot rap so he gotta just sing
You best blow your nose 'fore you hop on the mic
Because everyone else is what you soundin' like
Yikes
See my hunneds blue
Yeah my diamonds green
All my shooters red
Cause they got the beam
I stay Mr. Clean
Mint like Listerine
Your bitch want my kids
Call her Billy Jean
Watch her dance for it
Throw that ass for it
Throw some bands for it
Throw some hands for it
Came with the pack, stash it in Stussy
Came at your mans, left with that pussy
Look at your mans, look like a rookie
Couple of grand if you wanna book me
Hunneds blue, Fuji too
Diamonds green, that's the truth
At your head, lose a tooth
Shooters red, shoot at you
All my hunneds blue
Money Aquafina
Diamonds dancin' too
Shiny ballerina
Shooters disappear from scene yea
You can't see them like John Cena
I stay Mr. Clean yeah, I stay Mr. Clean yeah
I don't miss the beat yeah
I still flip them beans yeah
I came with the beam yeah
I came whippin' Beamer
See my hunneds blue
Yeah my diamonds green
All my shooters red
Cause they got the beam
I stay Mr. Clean
Mint like Listerine
Your bitch want my kids
Call her Billy Jean
See my hunneds blue
Yeah my diamonds green
All my shooters red
Cause they got the beam
I stay Mr. Clean
Mint like Listerine
Your bitch want my kids
Call her Billy Jean
Yeah my diamonds green
All my shooters red
Cause they got the beam
I stay Mr. Clean
Mint like Listerine
Your bitch want my kids
Call her Billy Jean
My bitch so smart, she the best at the mathematic
Run to the guap till I'm tired like asthmatic
Stackin' these racks I just feel like a cash addict
Want a lil verse then I need you to Cash App it
Diamonds all white like some vans, call 'em damn Daniel
I got 'em mad cause I'm somethin' they can't handle
She grippin' dick like she grippin' a panhandle
Hunned my shoes and my pants are all damn camo
Flowin' like Uzi, I'm goin' up, vertical
My shit too sick and it's no cure, it's terminal
Fire my flow gotta call it inferno bro
Killin' these beats, you know I got the murder flow
Countin' my paper, I feel like a mathlete
I made a mil now these bitches is after me
I made a mil now these bitches attached to me
But I can't f*ck with them hoes cause they bad for me
Blasphemy
You talk down on my name?
Better cover your neck 'fore I come for your chain
These 38 bullets wet you like the rain
If my shit comin' on then the crowd go insane
Nav lookin' ass, we can't hear what you sayin'
Lil bitch cannot rap so he gotta just sing
You best blow your nose 'fore you hop on the mic
Because everyone else is what you soundin' like
Yikes
See my hunneds blue
Yeah my diamonds green
All my shooters red
Cause they got the beam
I stay Mr. Clean
Mint like Listerine
Your bitch want my kids
Call her Billy Jean
Watch her dance for it
Throw that ass for it
Throw some bands for it
Throw some hands for it
Came with the pack, stash it in Stussy
Came at your mans, left with that pussy
Look at your mans, look like a rookie
Couple of grand if you wanna book me
Hunneds blue, Fuji too
Diamonds green, that's the truth
At your head, lose a tooth
Shooters red, shoot at you
All my hunneds blue
Money Aquafina
Diamonds dancin' too
Shiny ballerina
Shooters disappear from scene yea
You can't see them like John Cena
I stay Mr. Clean yeah, I stay Mr. Clean yeah
I don't miss the beat yeah
I still flip them beans yeah
I came with the beam yeah
I came whippin' Beamer
See my hunneds blue
Yeah my diamonds green
All my shooters red
Cause they got the beam
I stay Mr. Clean
Mint like Listerine
Your bitch want my kids
Call her Billy Jean
See my hunneds blue
Yeah my diamonds green
All my shooters red
Cause they got the beam
I stay Mr. Clean
Mint like Listerine
Your bitch want my kids
Call her Billy Jean
Writer: Alec Gomez, Roy Yalty
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid