Kodak Black, Armani Caesar - Diana lyrics

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
(O oh)
But good dick ain't bеtter than a bankroll
(Bankroll)
So a broke nigga bettеr 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