Fessional/Diamonds Dancing - Joey Purp, Queen Key

I got a bag, I get a bag, I’ma blow-it-fast 'fessional

She in the club, she throwing ass, she a strip club 'fessional

I throw it up, I make it rain, I’m a make-it-rain 'fessional

I got a bag, I throw it fast, I’m a get-a-bag 'fessional, ayy

I’ve got a foreign under the dash, I’m a drive-fast 'fessional, ayy

I got a bag, I get it fast, I’ma get a bag 'fessional

She in the club, she throwing ass, she a strip club 'fessional

I throw it up, I make it rain, I’m a make-it-rain 'fession—

Part II: Diamonds Dancing

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah, diamonds on me dancing, they for real

Yeah, you not 'bout that action, be for real

Yeah, play me 'bout that paper, it’s a drill

Yeah, diamonds on me dancing, they for real

Yeah, diamonds on me dancing, they for real

Yeah, you not 'bout that action, be for real

Yeah, play me 'bout that paper, it’s a drill

Yeah, diamonds on me dancing, they for real, yeah

Yeah, diamonds on me dancing

Look like water when it splash (Splash)

Play me 'bout that paper, oh my God, we on your head

I’m about them commas, I want butter on my bread (Bread)

Diamonds on me dancing, looking like it’s dripping wet (Yeah)

Running through that paper, and I’m running through it fast (Fast)

Yeah I got that action on me, you ain’t gotta ask (Yeah)

She ain’t gotta ask twice, she ain’t gotta beg

Diamonds on me, dancing like a glacier on my hand (Please)

Diamonds on me dancing

And they dripping and they splash (Please)

Wrist look like it water, and that water in a glass (Yeah)

I don’t got a problem spending, I’ma get it back

Diamonds on me dancing on my motherfucking—

Yeah, diamonds on me dancing, they for real

Yeah, you not 'bout that action, be for real

Yeah, play me 'bout that paper, it’s a drill

Yeah, diamonds on me dancing, they for real

Yeah, diamonds on me dancing, they for real

Yeah, you not 'bout that action, be for real

Yeah, play me 'bout that paper, it’s a drill

Yeah, diamonds on me dancing, they for real

Yeah, all these bitches begging me to chill

Yeah, ain’t no competition, hoes ain’t real

Yeah, pussy niggas get popped like a pill (Ah)

Look at my shoes, bitch, I’m queen of the hill

Yeah, say what you mean, what you feel (What you feel)

You might get no response, every letter cost a bill (Fucking cunts)

And I’m taking niggas still (Still)

Yeah, I’m a whole meal, worth a mil' (Ayy)

Diamonds dancing, look at me, instantly

Wish you took advantage (Wish you took advantage)

Tell that bitch don’t panic (Bitch, don’t panic)

I’ma go cray either way

When it come to the money, bitch, I’m romantic

And your ho can’t stand it

I’m a rich nigga bandit, haha (Queen shit, bitch)

Yeah, diamonds on me dancing, they for real

Yeah, you not 'bout that action, be for real

Yeah, play me 'bout that paper, it’s a drill

Yeah, diamonds on me dancing, they for real

Yeah, diamonds on me dancing, they for real

Yeah, you not 'bout that action, be for real

Yeah, play me 'bout that paper, it’s a drill

Yeah, diamonds on me dancing, they for real