chorus
I fuck up the pot with the bowl
I fuck up the pot with the bowl
I fuck up the pot with the bowl
I fuck up the pot with the bowl
I just want diamonds and gold
I just want diamonds and gold
I just want diamonds and gold
I just want diamonds and gold
verse
I fuck up the pot with the bowl
Send it at all of my shows
Pull up I'm flexing in Rari
Who sipping Who sipping I come to the trap with banana clips
I let them pull up at you monkeys
You know I've been getting the money
You know that my jewels stay cold
Fifty thousand for a show
chorus
I fuck up the pot with the bowl
I fuck up the pot with the bowl
I fuck up the pot with the bowl
I just want diamonds and gold
I just want diamonds and gold
I just want diamonds and gold
I just want diamonds and gold
verse
Your bitch yeah she on me a lot
Running down town with two Glocks
Caught me one hundred shots
Stacking all under my gwop
Might have to check on the gwop
Fifty thousand boy I'm hot
In the hood I'm in the Lam
Stacking up cash fast as I can
[?] get to the money I am
Let me get it, black that man
Pouring the lean mix the zan
Yeah yeah you know I'm the man
Your baby momma know I'm the man
Twenty thou', million rolls in my pocket
chorus
Fuck up the pot with the bowl
I fuck up the pot with the bowl
I fuck up the pot with the bowl
I fuck up the pot with the bowl
I just want diamonds and gold
I just want diamonds and gold
I just want diamonds and gold
I just want diamonds and gold
Writer(s): Malcolm James Mccormick, Jeremy Kulousek, Eric A. Dan, Ed Bogas, Reid Reilich