text: Yeah, yeah, nah-nah, ayy
  Why you want my fame? Its in the change
  Ridin in my coupe, why you want my fame?
  I know its my fault, its my fault, its my
  Ayy, fever
  Hey, fever
  Diamonds on my lean though, sanity
  Diamonds on my fever
  Why you in my seat?
  Diamonds on my fever, yeah, sanity
  Can we beat the odds, even when we pray
  But shit still be goin wrong
  Ive been movin late, in my place I cant keep calm
  Everythin we say, promises I cant keep on
  They know where we from, from tats on my face and arm
  713 code, now they all go trill mode
  Ice my teeth, my ears, now my tongue feel froze
  If we see a lick, we gon hit it, yeah, I go
  I dont need your bitch, I got fifty-four mo
  Keep it in her lip, she gon lick the snow globe
  My hand on my hip, grippin on the bankroll
  Took her on a trip, snatched her off the damn pole