[Intro]
Yeah
(You aren't even a cool breeze for my man Taz)
Mm
Who the fuck is n***as rappin' like? (Is n***as rappin' like)
Put your boss money up, who you actin' like? (Who you actin' like?)
Yeah, still stackin' like you ain't trappin', right? (Like you ain't trappin', right?)
Yeah, whole necklace bright like a traffic light, right

[Chorus]
You say you shinin', n***a, okay (Say you shinin', n***a, okay)
All them certified diamonds, yeah, okay (Yeah, okay)
You got your homies out here drownin', n***a, okay (Drowin', n***a, okay)
Put a bag on you boys, you n***as okay, yeah (Okay)

[Verse 1]
'Cause ain't a n***a or a bitch ever boss me up
Seen n***as lose they life for some shit that ain't cost me nothin'
I got too much pride, I let a bitch n***a cross me up
But bitch n***as always think they run into a rich n***a, chalk him up
Wrist ain't as glossy, but it's hella costly, huh
Bitch lookin' saucy, let a lit n***a toss you up
Keep stick, I be cautious 'cause these bitch n***as talk too much
Pour a six in the bottle, the Tris sit in my coffee cup

[Chorus]
You say you shinin', n***a, okay (Say you shinin', n***a, okay)
All them certified diamonds, yeah, okay (Yeah, okay)
You got your homies out here drownin', n***a, okay (Drowin', n***a, okay)
Put a bag on you boys, you n***as okay, yeah (Okay)
[Verse 2]
I'm a certified street n***a (I'm a certified street n***a)
Yeah, rapper and trapper, can't compete with it (Can't compete with it)
Take your food off the table, who gon' eat with you? (Who gon' eat with you?)
Independent, fuck the label, I got P chicken, n***a (P chicken)
Brought a Kennedy to the hood, what more could you ask for me?
Ain't had to get cash to him, who would've seen that comin'?
Rich 'cause I have somethin', clippin' the mag', thumpin'
Rich, so I'm pass us, if he snitch, put a tag on him
I got more paper than your granddaddy, uncle, and your big brother
Always got that shit on me, I ain't got no big homies
The shit, these n***as savin' up, I blow that shit on tip money
Still'll take a bitch from him, fuck her for the rent money
I be ballin' but your guys ain't (But your guys ain't)
Realest n***a in the trenches, I got shine pape' (I got shine pape')
Bust Patek while I'm eatin' it's a blind date
We don't drive Wraiths (We don't drive Wraiths)
New suppression, them Forgi tires cost me nine waves (Waves)

[Chorus]
You say you shinin', n***a, okay (Say you shinin', n***a, okay)
All them certified diamonds, yeah, okay (Yeah, okay)
You got your homies out here drownin', n***a, okay (Drowin', n***a, okay)
Put a bag on you boys, you n***as okay, yeah (Okay)