Green Grenade - Fly High lyrics

[Verse 1; Dolla Fre$h] Diamond's on my chain, diamond's on my wrist Diamond is my logo, cause I'm diamond kid Cause I'm f**in' rich, shout out to DMG I'm muthaf**in' C.E.O, but I spit it like Meek Mill You work at drive-thru, You must be so stupid When I got mic in a hand, it's like drive-by shooting I'm in my studio, with hommies puffin' kush We stay high, so I fly to Hollywood My gold chain, cost more then your car Your b**h go with Me, cause She don't like when you drive My flow so sick, yea I'm so cool My flow so rich, #Maybach_62 I'm a real player, but I can't play no games Your main b**h be my side, you got a second place DMG, We the muthaf**in' mob We ballin' everyday, We never stop [Verse 2; Milli Tune] My flow just bought new 'Rarri I stepped into your house, shoot somebody Then I left your brains on the couch, picked up your girl and took her to Holly - Wood I can make a lot of money, dude I can have your head and your honey, uhh D M G we runnin, u can call us polish Young Money, I! Ain't even green but they usually call me alien So you know I'm outta' this world, I'm human, I'm just different... They kiddnapped my flow And putted it to the riffle So reload it, aim it and shot it I just tryna make that AK 47 goo These lyrics like bullets sends you straight to the another - world! Yeah, shout out my wings I'm flyer and faster is like 'Gatti got wings, haha You boys ain't this You are one big fail is like Angels got sins, ye! Diesel on my wrist, it makes your Boo show me her tits I spent one thousand on this new watch like this, pff DMG we rich, and Green Grenade will take your b**h Salute Milli Tune greener skin and golden preach! [Verse 3; Green Grenade] 10 years old, muthaf**a I got the Rolls Royce, muthaf**as DMG, We makin' show Just press play, Lets go! Who got money? I, You know We stay fly Drinkin' out the bottle, We just touchin' stars We are f**in' famous, We are f**in' rich These b**hes takin' pictures, These b**hes talk to Me f** it, I'm in new Range Rover I don't drive, I got the chauffeur I countin' money, two bad chick's with Me This is not funny, cause this is your b**hes These n***as want to see my fall, but I don't I got the pocket full of money, neck full of gold I'm so rich, You don't haa? This is my sh**, We fly high