All my diamonds look like water you would think I'm from Dubai
But all these guns I keep all on me you would think I'm from the Chi
It’s a bird no it’s a plane, no those are bullets in the sky
I got money on your head, so boy you better be disguised
I got money on your head, I got money on your head
I got money on your head, like a fucking Jesus piece
I got money on your head, I got money on your head
I got money on your head, like a fucking Jesus piece

Money on your head if I want you dead
Them choppers bang like drums, no marching band
I got a hundred arms, a thousand hands
Everybody ride for Quan, fuck you saying
I don't want your molly, 'cause I don't trust your man
I can get someone knocked off like a Russian can
I think he wired, I might bust his ass
Slice his throat, throw him in a river, hell
Fuck his ass
Shawty my companion, shawty she a rider
She say she got secrets, I promise to tell nobody
All my bitches are two nickles, dimes
You get it? All my rocks look like icicles, diamonds
You get it?

All my diamonds look like water you would think I'm from Dubai
But all these guns I keep all on me you would think I'm from the Chi
It’s a bird no it’s a plane, no those are bullets in the sky
I got money on your head, so boy you better be disguised
I got money on your head, I got money on your head
I got money on your head, like a fucking Jesus piece
I got money on your head, I got money on your head
I got money on your head, like a fucking Jesus piece