January 1st (feat. Jacquees & Trap Boy Freddy)

DY Krazy
 I got diamonds on my toes, all up on my nose
 You know how it goes
 I'm fresh as fuck, I tell that bitch I should've came in a hearse
 I put Chanel on her ears, and on her neck, and her purse
 I'm number one my birthday should've been January the first
 I got diamonds from my toes up to my top
 I got pink toes running round the house
 I thank god, I understand the way it go
 She a damn crew hopper XO
 I got diamonds on my toes mother fucker
 I got diamonds in my nose (I got diamonds in my nose)
 I been rocking Kenneth Cole mother fucker (Ken Cole)
 My bitch is clean as Pine-Sol mother fucker
 Pop a school bus, bitches tryna screw us (Yeah)
 Fuck you old school niggas ain't no schooling us
 I let my son whip a Ferrari like his father Russ (Ah!)
 I rock Hermès, I'm designer'ed up ('signered up)
 Can't get rid of, I got hitters, drug dealers, cause bitches
 I got bitches going brazy no Ritalin,
 I get money ain't no shady for real bruh
 Wheezy outta here
 I'm fresh as fuck, I tell that bitch I should've came in a hearse
 I put Chanel on her ears, and on her neck, and her purse
 I'm number one my birthday should've been January the first
 I got diamonds from my toes up to my top
 I got pink toes running round the house
 I thank god, I understand the way it go
 She a damn crew hopper XO
 I told my momma we ain't going broke cause we done been there before
 Sleep on the floor till my arm hurt, now we dealing too long
 We at the top right now, we came so far from the bottom
 Now we balling Harlem Globetrotter, we ain't nobody
 These niggas nobodies, they ain't got no bodies
 Bet a half a mil in the trap, what you niggas know bout it
 Got a bag and fixed my teeth I feel like Cardi B
 They say talk is cheap, so I put flawless on my Teeth
 Like my bitches boujee, still a fuck a booster
 Double C C, Gucci, Fendi, Prada, Louis, Givenchy shoes with the toolie
 Rich nigga eating noodles, fuck on you call an uber
 Bet on me like a casino baby, I'm number one like January
 I'm fresh as fuck, I tell that bitch I should've came in a hearse
 I put Chanel on her ears, and on her neck, and her purse
 I'm number one my birthday should've been January the first
 I got diamonds from my toes up to my top
 I got pink toes running round the house
 I thank god, I understand the way it go
 She a damn crew hopper XO
 High speed chasing in that Lamborghini turbo S
 How come these niggas tryna tell me that they been fresh
 I got money tied up in Kidland, Try not to let bygones be bygones and
 Thinkin' I'ma lick it chopping off your tongue
 Get over na-nanana ayy
 I can't seem to get over the sound of guns (brrt)
 I'm a drug addict I know I got dead lungs
 I pop baddies my diamonds black, Akon
 I can't get over these hoes, I'm my momma's son
 I keep it drastic, she can only stay or run
 Fresh as a cat stink but YSL the cologne
 If I get mad I promise they all done,
 I told the boy to behave he a small guy
 Brown diamonds chillin' no fries, couple green diamond apple no pies
 I'm draining and straining my voice until it get right
 This money control us, yeah one of us will pick a fight
 I told all the ops every time I see 'em it's on sight
 I caught your lil lady down bad and ride her like a bike
 No cap, uh huh no cap (Hey)
 I'm fresh as fuck, I tell that bitch I should've came in a hearse
 I put Chanel on her ears, and on her neck, and her purse
 I'm number one my birthday should've been January the first
 I got diamonds from my toes up to my top
 I got pink toes running round the house
 I thank god, I understand the way it go
 She a damn crew hopper XO (Yeah)
 
 DY Krazy
 I got diamonds on my toes, all up on my nose
 You know how it goes
 I'm fresh as fuck, I tell that bitch I should've came in a hearse
 I put Chanel on her ears, and on her neck, and her purse
 I'm number one my birthday should've been January the first
 I got diamonds from my toes up to my top
 I got pink toes running round the house
 I thank god, I understand the way it go
 She a damn crew hopper XO
 I got diamonds on my toes mother fucker
 I got diamonds in my nose (I got diamonds in my nose)
 I been rocking Kenneth Cole mother fucker (Ken Cole)
 My bitch is clean as Pine-Sol mother fucker
 Pop a school bus, bitches tryna screw us (Yeah)
 Fuck you old school niggas ain't no schooling us
 I let my son whip a Ferrari like his father Russ (Ah!)
 I rock Hermès, I'm designer'ed up ('signered up)
 Can't get rid of, I got hitters, drug dealers, cause bitches
 I got bitches going brazy no Ritalin,
 I get money ain't no shady for real bruh
 Wheezy outta here
 I'm fresh as fuck, I tell that bitch I should've came in a hearse
 I put Chanel on her ears, and on her neck, and her purse
 I'm number one my birthday should've been January the first
 I got diamonds from my toes up to my top
 I got pink toes running round the house
 I thank god, I understand the way it go
 She a damn crew hopper XO
 I told my momma we ain't going broke cause we done been there before
 Sleep on the floor till my arm hurt, now we dealing too long
 We at the top right now, we came so far from the bottom
 Now we balling Harlem Globetrotter, we ain't nobody
 These niggas nobodies, they ain't got no bodies
 Bet a half a mil in the trap, what you niggas know bout it
 Got a bag and fixed my teeth I feel like Cardi B
 They say talk is cheap, so I put flawless on my Teeth
 Like my bitches boujee, still a fuck a booster
 Double C C, Gucci, Fendi, Prada, Louis, Givenchy shoes with the toolie
 Rich nigga eating noodles, fuck on you call an uber
 Bet on me like a casino baby, I'm number one like January
 I'm fresh as fuck, I tell that bitch I should've came in a hearse
 I put Chanel on her ears, and on her neck, and her purse
 I'm number one my birthday should've been January the first
 I got diamonds from my toes up to my top
 I got pink toes running round the house
 I thank god, I understand the way it go
 She a damn crew hopper XO
 High speed chasing in that Lamborghini turbo S
 How come these niggas tryna tell me that they been fresh
 I got money tied up in Kidland, Try not to let bygones be bygones and
 Thinkin' I'ma lick it chopping off your tongue
 Get over na-nanana ayy
 I can't seem to get over the sound of guns (brrt)
 I'm a drug addict I know I got dead lungs
 I pop baddies my diamonds black, Akon
 I can't get over these hoes, I'm my momma's son
 I keep it drastic, she can only stay or run
 Fresh as a cat stink but YSL the cologne
 If I get mad I promise they all done,
 I told the boy to behave he a small guy
 Brown diamonds chillin' no fries, couple green diamond apple no pies
 I'm draining and straining my voice until it get right
 This money control us, yeah one of us will pick a fight
 I told all the ops every time I see 'em it's on sight
 I caught your lil lady down bad and ride her like a bike
 No cap, uh huh no cap (Hey)
 I'm fresh as fuck, I tell that bitch I should've came in a hearse
 I put Chanel on her ears, and on her neck, and her purse
 I'm number one my birthday should've been January the first
 I got diamonds from my toes up to my top
 I got pink toes running round the house
 I thank god, I understand the way it go
 She a damn crew hopper XO (Yeah)