Texty: Soundtrack Artists. The Doe.

Yeah
(Y'all don't think y'all ready, baby)
Yeah
DIDR
(It's about to happen)
Digga
(What, what, what)
Chinko, Reb the Merc, Dominique, nigga

[ VERSE 1: Reb Mercy ]
Yo, I used to spend my money-money tax-free till they snatched me
In the p, doin the buck, they can't catch me
Reb keep a lowa, watch for cats with big eyes like Rover
Trust a hater as far as I can throw ya
Reb Mercy, young player, live for controversy
A lotta cats tried to earth me, y'all was too thirsty
We the Diamonds, all you other players is coal
We the reapers of the rap game, snatchin your soul
Reb and Chink go together like Nike Airs and soles
Like platinum and gold, like we clap, and you fold
Nigga, hold up, shorties wanna roll once they swoll up
Babyface, but still grown up, I got it sewn up
Once you see the cars pull up, cigars rolled up
Henny to be throw up, stop playa-hatin, grow up
It's our world, your girl is now our girl
Without a question
I love the doe, that's my life confession

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We need the dough
Dollar bills, y'all
Cristal and Moe
Let if flow, what?
Fly whips and clothes
All we need, all we need is doe [2x]

[ VERSE 2: Chink ]
Time to shine like Gullivers, everday life, prove the love
From above, hover over us, keepin foes not
Close enough to touch, all praise is due to the Beloved
But disapproved by state moves
Got ways to make and come break throughs

My brain plate elaborates on ways to inflate loot
Bustin corporate crew
Make moves for longevitiy and prestige
While others thirst for quick raise of fees
Or light dreams
I proceed the need to achieve dreams, most niggas schemes
A Carmen San Diego hunt for the cream
Diamond fam be pin-pointed, Chink and Merc keep pockets jointed
Do my best, so no one is disappointed
As I manifest my sole quest to get blessed
All I wanna hear is 'yes', to get the lines down to s
And power moves don't move to second guess
Cause you only shareholders when you invest

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[ VERSE 3: Reb Mercy ]
I try to tell myself, it's just paper, but I got the vapors
Out to stack chips in black whips to keep my money flowin
So the hoes can keep hoein and the doe can keep flowin
And the rock can keep rollin and the bread can keep foldin
Only talk to hoes that's swollen, like Eddie Murphy Reb's the chosen
For player-haters members in my staff be holdin
Diamonds gon' shine, hell yeah, I'm glad y'all noticed
Y'all don't want no parts of me, Chink, take it over

[ VERSE 4: Chink ]
Chinky the soldier, told ya Diamonds takin over
Y'all can play hardrocks, but we bold as money-folders
With the world on my shoulders I struggle to get mine
Cause this crime in time may have me shine
If not, I'ma die tryin, relyin on myself to make it happen
While foes yappin, assisted is better
Long as it's the winning team, I don't care who's captain
I'ma be stackin and mackin and actin, what?

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