[Hook: Quavo & Soulja Boy]
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All these damn cameras, I pull up in tarantula
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I smash yo bitch for a long time I got stamina
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Diamond dancing look like cameras, you a amateur
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Diamond dancing look like cameras, you a amateur
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Flash (Camera), Flash (Camera)
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Flash (Camera), Flash (huh)
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Flash (go), Flash (flash)
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Flash (damn), Flash (huh)
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Diamond dancing look like cameras, you a amateur
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Diamond dancing look like cameras, you a amateur
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[Verse 1: Quavo]
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Pull up in tarantula you pull up in that Acura
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Diamond dancing like a camera, they came from Africa
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Lil momma actin' like she know a nigga, wanna show a nigga
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20 bands on that rollie nigga, can't afford it nigga
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You a fuck nigga pussy punk boy, Ashton Kutcher
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Young nigga keep the clips on me, you could have the pusher
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Keep that green leaf in my pocket like the pocket rocket
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Smokin' good gas and I'm laughing, watching Chris Tucker
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Whole lot of chains and they swingin' call me Quavo Busta
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Every time I step out make a movie Quavo blockbuster
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White girl ride around with me, and she came from Russia
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Pourin' up that lean in that double cup, Robitussin
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2: Soulja Boy]
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Diamond dancin' look like cameras, niggas mad at me
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Pull off in that all white ferrari, its the swag daddy
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Pull up and im gettin' all this cash, gold all on me
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Stacks on deck, rich gang, we deserve a Grammy
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Pull up im flexin a check, Soulja boy all about checks
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It ain't runnin' but these fuck niggas gonna get wet
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I pull up my rims and they spinnin', they thought the Ferrari was rented
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I'm ridin my windows ain't tinted, its Soulja Boy Tell 'Em im gettin it
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Molly in my pocket, taking off like rocket
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I touched down in Atlanta, dirty lean all in my phantom
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Louis V on my pajamas, Soulja Boy ride with the hammer
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I'm seeing my fate when I flip through the channel,
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all of these flashin' they come from the camera (FLASH)
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: Takeoff]
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My diamonds they bouncing off the lot they look like cameras
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Pull off in that [?] challenger, boy I'll challenge ya
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Went to the jeweler, my diamonds a cooler, extendo as long as a ruler
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Walkin around with that ruga, red beam give you the mark of the Buddha
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I'm calling up [?] we making a movie, Migos my family ain't no recruitin'
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Thinking about moving to Switzerland with my vixen but I know that they lookin'
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Hell nah it ain't Thanksgiving, but walk in my bando you know that I'm cooking
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Migos, Migos, Migos, Migos, get on the streets you know that they bookin'
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Thats yo bitch! She talkin bout suckin and fuckin and havin my baby, bitch you wish!
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I tell that bitch run it like Chris
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You shootin shots, my shooters shoot at you fuck nigga they aimin they hit
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No foundation, but I make a wish, ice in my bullet gotta cold wrist
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[Hook]
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Camera Flash
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| Migos |
