Lyrics Chandelier - SHORELINE MAFIA, OhGeesy, fenix flexin

Chandelier

Diamond wet, diamond clear
On my wrist, on my ear
On my neck, a chandelier
I sip lean, I don’t really do no beer
Diamond wet, diamond clear
On my wrist, on my ear
On my neck, a chandelier
I sip lean, I don’t really do no beer
I be sippin' on this lean, not no beer tho
I don’t fuck around with niggas, cus they weirdos
All these bitches steady talking, I don’t hear hoes
How you say you sippin' muddy, cup be clear though
Bitch I’m really balling, we fucking if you calling
I ain’t with the stalling, ain’t go see you in the morning
These bitches steady falling, my niggas steady balling
We shooting, fuck the squad
The choppa solving any problems, bitch
Diamond wet, diamond clear
On my wrist, on my ear
On my neck, a chandelier
I sip lean, I don’t really do no beer
Diamond wet, diamond clear
On my wrist, on my ear
On my neck, a chandelier
I sip lean, I don’t really do no beer
All my diamonds wet, pinky ring cost a vet
East side that’s the set, money makers on deck
High up on my jet, wasn’t even tryna flex
But my watch lit, bracelet flick, special effect
But, that’s all facts though, hunnit racks worth of gold
Bitch it’s just dope, grind up, get some more
It ain’t hard to tell her park the Wraith in front of the corner store
Bought some chips and powerade, I bought my bitch a
Scratched off like my tires itching, I’m that nigga
Hella rappers corny, I don’t do no song with 'em
Dressing like Superman villains, I don’t fuck with 'em
Money to the ceiling, dressed like a million
Big money in the building, women acting like children
Tryna give the boss niggas thoughts and competition
East side at all times
Andretti to Shoreline
Diamond wet, diamond clear
On my wrist, on my ear
On my neck, a chandelier
I sip lean, I don’t really do no beer
Diamond wet, diamond clear
On my wrist, on my ear
On my neck, a chandelier
I sip lean, I don’t really do no beer
Balenciaga and the Prada
I wear Pro Clubs, you niggas wearing Shaka
I got diamonds and they wetter than some water
Bitch I’m Fanta, you lil niggas Shasta
My nigga fresh out, shout out my nigga Foster
I’m at Nova, yeah my nigga
And he tried to plot on me, but I caught ya
So I need both your hands, Imma chop 'em
I got carrots, in my mouth
Fuck your hoe, on my couch
Purple drank, from the South
On the West side, it’s never been a drought
I get Quali, I get Tec, I get Wok
I get bitches, I get hoes, I get thots
I get money, I get cash, I get guap
I spend money, hella money, yeah a lot
Diamond wet, diamond clear
On my wrist, on my ear
On my neck, a chandelier
I sip lean, I don’t really do no beer
Diamond wet, diamond clear
On my wrist, on my ear
On my neck, a chandelier
I sip lean, I don’t really do no beer