[Verse 1 - Kid Ink:]
Diamond Cartier, got a plane on my fist
Lighter in my hand, colored strain in my swisher
Niggas be like "damn, boy you get it and you flex"
I just be like "nah, I just get it how I live" (oh yeah, yeah)
Pull up real fast, on my curve
0 to 100 when I swing and I swerve
See them niggas hate
But they never say a word
If I play her to the left
Bet I make her wanna flirt (oh yeah, yeah)
You know just how to move that little thing, yes
Slim thick, go on throw it to me like a Hail Mary
Hell yeah, I love it when you nasty
I'm staring at that ass whenever you pass me

[Hook - Kid Ink