Lyrics

[Verse 1] Mm, another day, another Xanny sniffer Make so many cameos on videos, lady panty kissing Now they gettin' shady, got a new Bugatti A Kawasaki and a brand new Mercedes Tell me where's the music we could feel to Where's the groove we could love, hate, cry and then relate to Goddamn it, somebody give me those answers 'Till then I'll be lapping round these rich boys and their mansions Fuck it, man I'll follow the throne Sarah's like "Why don't you write and be like Polow da Don? We could pile the money home We could pilot a plane and fly with it back Fix up every little problem, be gone" Baby you antsy, maybe if my dad wasn't motherfucking motivating, maybe that'd be plan B We could rent a five thousand dollar condo out in Malibu, we fancy Bubblegum bitches with real candy [Chorus] We don't ​need​ ​diamond​ ​rings Or​ ​fancy​ ​things They​ ​don't​ ​mean​ ​a​ ​thing Got​ ​my​ ​momma​ ​on​ ​my​ ​line That's​ ​my​ ​bling I'm​ ​her​ ​only​ ​king One​ ​day​ ​I'll​ ​wake​ ​up​ ​and​ ​I'll​ ​be​ ​the​ ​chief 'Cuz we've​ ​been​ ​up​ ​to​ ​something And they​ ain't ​been​ ​up​ ​to​ ​nothing They​ ​don't​ ​want​ ​no​ ​beef [Verse 2] What a sad reality that we have Scrolling through my Twitter like what happened to rap Sitting and wishing like Jack Johnson Caution to blogs, flossing artists that'll never make my battery last That's the last time I'll sit through 'Ye bragging a fashion accessory Or Lupe just smacking my scalp I don't get it like I asked 'em for Malk It wasn't some bars or details on their 5 billion balcony house You caught a wave and you stole from it, now Cole run it Chance Bennett been it since hey ma An immaculate soul done it I'm up next, and I'm fan-fucking-tastic My fans love the accent and my family backed it My pants tight, my hair did and I got my dance on Pass me the funk I could rant on Maybe give me that Les Paul decks on the road Maybe the Rhodes, show the tour bus and map to show See how it goes, bitch [Chorus] We​ ​don't​ ​need​ ​diamond​ ​rings Or​ ​fancy​ ​things They​ ​don't​ ​mean​ ​a​ ​thing Got​ ​my​ ​momma​ ​on​ ​my​ ​line That's​ ​my​ ​bling I'm​ ​her​ ​only​ ​king One​ ​day​ ​I'll​ ​wake​ ​up​ ​and​ ​I'll​ ​be​ ​the​ ​chief 'Cause we've​ ​been​ ​up​ ​to​ ​something They​ ​ain't​ ​been​ ​up​ ​to​ ​nothing They​ ​don't​ ​want​ ​no​ ​beef [Outro] 'Cause I've been on fire I've been on true I've been on me I meant to call you I've been on 66 on Christmas wishlist All I want is this babe, we such misfits We've been on shrooms We've been on weed We done had sex in this city on E! They want us dismissed, they want us gone But we gone be right here We gone be right here, yeah