Young Thug - January 1st lyrics

Dy krazy I got diamonds on my toes, all up on my nose You know how it goes I'm fresh as f**, I tell that b**h I should've came in a hearse I put Chanel on her ears, and on her neck, and her purse I'm number one, my birthday should've been January the first I got diamonds from my toes up to my top I got pink toes running 'round the house I thank God, I understand the way it go She a damn crew hopper XO I got diamonds on my toes, motherf**er I got diamonds in my nose (I got diamonds in my nose) I been rocking Kenneth Cole, motherf**er (rockin' Cole) My b**h is clean as Pine-Sol, motherf**er Pop a school bus, b**hes tryna screw us (yeah) f** you old school n***as ain't no schooling us I let my son whip a Ferrari like his father Russ (ah!) I rock Hermès, I'm designer'ed up ('signered up) Can't get rid of, I got hitters, drug dealers, good b**hes I got b**hes going brazy, no ritalin I get money, ain't no shady for real bruh You can't see, but I done the sh** I'm fresh as f**, I tell that b**h I should've came in a hearse I put Chanel on her ears, and on her neck, and her purse I'm number one, my birthday should've been January the first I got diamonds from my toes up to my top I got pink toes running 'round the house I thank God, I understand the way it go She a damn crew hopper XO I told my mama we ain't going broke 'cause we done been there before Sleep on the floor until my arm hurt, now we dealing too long We at the top right now, we came so far from the bottom Now we ballin' Harlem Globetrotter, we ain't boring nobody These n***as nobodies, they ain't got no bodies Bet a half a mil in the trap, what you n***as know 'bout it Got a bag and fixed my teeth, I feel like Cardi B They say talk is cheap, so I put flawless on my teeth Like my b**hes boujee, still don't f** a booster Double CC, Gucci, Fendi, Prada, Louis, Givenchy shoes with the toolie Rich n***a eating noodles, f** on you call an Uber Bet on me like a casino, baby, I'm number one like January I'm fresh as f**, I tell that b**h I should've came in a hearse I put Chanel on her ears, and on her neck, and her purse I'm number one, my birthday should've been January the first I got diamonds from my toes up to my top I got pink toes running 'round the house I thank God, I understand the way it go She a damn crew hopper XO High speed chasing in that Lamborghini Turbo S How come these n***as tryna tell me that they been fresh? I got money tied up in Kidland, try not to let bygones be bygones and Thinkin' I'ma lick it chopping off your tongue Get over and na na na na I can't seem to get over the sound of guns (brrt) I'm a drug addict, I know I got dead lungs I pop baddies, my diamonds black, Akon I can't get over these hoes, I'm my mama's son I keep it drastic, she can only stay or run Fresh as a casket but YSL look alive If I get mad, I promise they all done I told the boy to behave, he a small guy Brown diamonds chillin' no fries, couple green diamond apple no pies I'm draining and straining my voice until I get it right This money control us, yeah, one of us will pick a fight I told all the ops every time I see 'em it's on sight I caught your lil lady down bad and ride her like a bike No cap, uh huh, no cap (hey) I'm fresh as f**, I tell that b**h I should've came in a hearse I put Chanel on her ears, and on her neck, and her purse I'm number one, my birthday should've been January the first I got diamonds from my toes up to my top I got pink toes running 'round the house I thank God, I understand the way it go She a damn crew hopper XO