Skilla Baby Private Island Lyrics

[Intro]
Huh

[Chorus]
Watch cost me three-fifty, l don't need a diamond
I ain't f*ckin' with no nigga that can't keep it silent
Watch cost me three-fifty, l don't need a diamond
I ain't f*ckin' with no nigga that can't keep it silent
Countin' money in a truck, that's why I need a driver
I think I'm 'bout to fly the PJ to a private island
[Verse 1]
Stayin' out these niggas way, a lot of niggas dyin'
Put that shit on every day, I ain't even tryin'
Look at my chain flawless, gang these different diamonds
She gave me brain like she understood the assignment, huh (Hm)
I got that money on my mind, they can't see (Yeah, they can't see)
Every day I'm on my grind 'cause I need checks ('Cause I need checks)
These niggas brag about these hoes, that's a weak flеx (That's a weak flex)
Same bitchеs in my DM's that hashtag need that
I don't be tryna make friends to be honest (Huh)
I got that top on me every time I'm ridin' (Baow)
Even my side bitch (Yeah) look like a goddess (Yeah)
You want designer (Yeah) , send me yo' sizes (Huh)
Yeah, we be f*ckin' (Yeah) , but we put time in (Huh)
She keep on sayin' she love me, that don't mean nothin' to me
Just put that p*ssy on me, then don't say nothin' to me
I heard them jackboys want me, then tell 'em run into me
Nigga, I'm young and I'm rich, it don't make no sense (Huh)
I knew I was gon' be this as a f*ckin' jit (As a f*ckin' jit)
Look at my f*ckin' wrist (Huh), look at my f*ckin' fit (Yeah)
Look at my f*ckin' kit (Yeah), I bought another Richie (Yeah)
We sold a hundred bricks (Huh)
Three hundred thousand on me, cash I'm a f*ckin' lick (I'm a f*ckin' lick)
I get whatever I want, prices don't exist (Uh-uh)
I'll take my front end and spend it on a bitch (Uh-huh) I'll take the back end, put it on a hit (Yeah)
Five thousand for a plain joggin' fit is rich (Yeah)
Two-fifty on my wrist, ain't that 'bout a bitch? (Yeah)
Even if I'm trickin', bae, don't treat me like a trick (Yeah)
Nigga, I get in my bag and I act like this (Huh)
Every time I get mad, I don't f*ckin' miss (Uh-uh)
This lil' bitch so bad tryna give me kiss (Mwah)
All the real bitches love me, I'm real as it get (Huh)
You fine as f*ck, baby, come give me a kiss (Mwah)
Every time a nigga leave the house, I got my block (Boaw)
My shoes worth a zip, my fit cost a split (Yeah)
My watch worth a brick (Yeah), look at my neck and wrist (Yeah)
Now ain't that 'bout a bitch? (Huh, yeah)
They thought I wasn't gon' make it, ain't that 'bout a bitch? (Ain't that 'bout a bitch?)
Niggas thought I wasn't savin', ain't that bout a bitch? (Ain't that 'bout a bitch?)
Niggas really out here hatin', ain't that bout a bitch? (Ain't that 'bout a bitch?)
I know a couple niggas hate me about a bitch (Huh)
Wrist worth two-fifty and it's plain today (It's plain today)
Look like a half a ticket, I ain't wear a chain today (Huh)
Every day I'm out here grindin' like a maniac (Huh)
I ain't gon' lie, I hope the money take the pain away
[Chorus]
I ain't f*ckin' with no nigga that can't keep it silent
Watch cost me three-fifty, l don't need a diamond
I ain't f*ckin' with no nigga that can't keep it silent
My neck and my wrist hittin', it look like they fightin'
I ain't gon' lie, I see that money and I get excited
Watch cost me three-fifty, l don't need a diamond
I ain't f*ckin' with no nigga that can't keep it silent
Countin' money in a truck, that's why I need a driver
I think I'm 'bout to fly the PJ to a private island