Paparazzi

Verse 1: OG Diezal Awww, that's all you want love A Benz truck, rimmed up You don't want love Cause these niggas is jive, and hoes be fake I don't worry her, I'm not from Golden State Her only goal is cake Most her clothes be fake But if you hold enough gold, then your soul she take In hopes of a rebate, you know cash back On her birthday, she posted a cash app But that ass fat So these niggas lurking Now she all on Instagram, in the mirror twerking Her daughter in the next room, doing the same thing Her son in the streets, learning how to gang bang She claim her baby daddy ain't shit He's not a baller, they always argue bout the same shit Cause he ain't got enough And she go out too much But even if your popular, it ain't no popping up Wooow! Chorus: OG Diezal Shorty bad, she hot think she's a factor All she ever wanted was a rapper or a actor NBA player or maybe a street baller She got a fat ass, you got that bag You could call her Gucci, Louie, Fendi, can't forget that Prada Christian Loubiton at the Ramada Champagne with lipstick on the collar Tried to sneak her out the back, but the paparazzi caught her Verse 2: Amaysn In the Mercedes chill, conversation playa skilled Know to play my position but today, I play the field Golden with the Dayton wheels, supple leather touch her thigh And really gave her chills, my game cold 90 below minus the wind chill Heartbreaking sincere, all in your ass bout this cash I'm a shit smear Flow set above and beyond, call it tenth gear Matter fact the tenth tier, anywhere the winds fair Baby I'm Amaysn, many playas hope to get here Jersey in the rafters, pictures snapping plus the fans cheer Everywhere I travel, leave em in the rapture disappear Have em wishing under photo captions, how much they was there Poppa was a rolling stone, guess the youngin followed steps Pretty Tony in my veins, Golden Joey had to rep Money pimpin and respect, never ever chase a bitch Always gotta chase a check Bitch, you should know the rest So have my T's and my I's correct It's AOB and nothing less You're in the presence of the best So why would you settle for less Clearly the one to impress Look at how neatly I'm dressed Higher grades keep me from stress Your miss a fiend, she can feel me in her flesh Chorus: OG Diezal Shorty bad, she hot, think she's a factor All she ever wanted was a rapper or a actor NBA player or maybe a street baller She got a fat ass, you got that bag You could call her Gucci, Louie, Fendi, can't forget that Prada Christian Loubiton at the Ramada Champagne with lipstick on the collar Tried to sneak her out the back, but the paparazzi caught her Verse 3: Roo Show Yo this Roo, Mic check 1, check 2 She choose her dudes like, duck duck goose It's like she tapped on your shoulder, have you running in circles Understand she ain't playing, she don't plan to reimburse you So that money that you spent, won't mean a thing when she curve you Man, this ain't no cheap woman Shorty order lobster and steak, keep the drinks coming Thank you for the dinner and the ride, it don't mean nothing The waiter say Ciroc or some Henny, she said both of em This bitch Hit or miss, you gone go out swinging I guess it's worth a couple dollars short on your car payment Dog that's a bad move, no wonder your frustrated Two guys ahead of you, probably spend your whole summer waiting Just to get skipped, niggas is cutting in line Shit if this your 3rd date, I'd say your wasting your time She'll see you tonight, yeah, she'll call you at 9 But of course shorty be lying And she thinks she's a dime, one of a kind And yeah Chorus: OG Diezal Shorty bad, she hot, think she's a factor All she ever wanted, was a rapper or a actor NBA player or maybe street baller She got a fat ass, you got that bag You could call her Gucci, Louie, Fendi can't forget that Prada Christian Loubiton at the Ramada Champagne with lipstick on the collar Tried to sneak her out the back, but the paparazzi caught her