Diana (feat. Kodak Black)

Yeah
Yo, yo

Live fast, die rich, I'm a super bad bitch (bad bitch)
Bagged fifth, hit 'em up, told 'em: Let's do Saks Fifth
Mad I drove the Aston, prayin' that the bags fit (uh-huh)
Credit A1, still be talkin' cash shit
Boujee bitch off the Ace, but get lit off Patrón
Gangster bitch, a female Bugzy Malone
Either love me or leave me alone
Without a nigga or a stimulus, know I still stand on my own (facts)
And I'ma still shine when these hoes throw shade
Got the MAC in the bag case a ho wanna play (what's up?)
Put me next to any bitch, I'ma upgrade (uh-huh)
Real bitch, keep a nigga home like a snow day (ooh)
But good dick ain't better than a bankroll (bankroll)
So a broke nigga better be thankful (thankful)
A bust down might make me touch my ankles

This pussy smell good, but I fuck 'em like a stank ho
Uh, I said the pussy smell good, but I fuck 'em like a stank ho
Uh, pussy smell good, but I fuck 'em like a stank ho

Good dick and a bankroll, ain't no way around it
Your nigga a killer and a sweetheart, you fuck that regardless
I put a couple niggas down, but I grew up for you, shorty
I got a Caesar cut clean, comin' through in Armani
Boss bitch, she don't depend on nobody
So when I buy her shit, they can't never tell if I bought it
Foreign cars in my garage, Bentleys, Lambs, and 'Raris
Bitch, my lowkey whip an A5, I'm shittin' on Audis
Look how you steppin', ma, you so cute, you so fly
I don't hit women, but if you rape my heart, bitch, you gon' die
I love you so much, you so pretty, I'm finna cry
We be bumpin' heads a lot 'cause, babe, we both a Gemini
Take my life before you take my bitch from me
Want you to fuck me like a poor ho like you need some rent money

Uh, I said the pussy smell good, but I fuck 'em like a stank ho
Uh, pussy smell good, but I fuck 'em like a stank ho
Uh, I said the pussy smell good, but I fuck 'em like a stank ho
Uh, pussy smell good, but I fuck 'em like a stank ho

If there's a cure for this, I don't want it, I don't want it
If there's a remedy, I'll run from it, I'll run from it
Thinkin' 'bout it all the time, I never let it out of my mind
'Cause I wanna love on you
If there's a cure for this, I don't want it, I don't want it
If there's a remedy, I'll run from it, I'll run from it
Thinkin' 'bout it all the time, I never let it out of my mind
'Cause I wanna fuck on you
Can I suck on you?
Don't call the doctor
Don't call your mama
Don't call the preacher
No, I don't need it