No A C - Diego Money

Huh?

Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh

Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh

Bitch!

No A/C, I pull up with heat

Ain’t talking of cash, ain’t talking to me

I got them diamonds, they cover my teeth

There’s no way, that i could talk cheap

Hop in the foreign, i don’t need a key

Smokin' on grams, smokin' on P’s

I got the Gucci, they all on my feet

I am the nigga that you’d wanna be

I keep the racks, they all on my jeans

Smokin' gas, feel like i got wings

After the life, that you niggas dream

Hi Tech, i’ll sleep on the lean

Water diamonds, the well up the stream

Takin' in piece, bet it, a marine

Playin' wit' us, get hit with the beam

IceWater gang, you know that’s my team

Diego Money, i come from the streets

Saying ya' picks, oh can we meet

I be juggin' every day of the week

Smokin' on sharpie, you know that i’m geek

Pull up on you, if you think this shit sweet

Fuckin' yo' bitch it’s out of the suite

Red nigga, i can’t do a tweet

Pull up with choppas if a nigga want beef