text: Intro
  Earl on the Beat
  Chorus: Lil Yachty
  I aint mad at em, Baby
  If I seen you out, me too would be up on you crazy
  Diamond in the rough
  You look as good as Oprahs bank account
  I just wanna take you out
  Fuck you in your momma house
  Overseas, I’ll fly you out
  Is he tricking Do she really love me
  Lets just find it out
  Baby, whats up with your mouth
  City girl, straight from the south
  Verse 1: Drake
  Back home I know presi, I’m Obama
  I condone the drama
  I tongue down Madonna
  Do you need pajamas
  Staying the night, girl you promised it
  I hide in the cave like Osama did
  I’m blowing a bag in the diamond district
  You need me like dollars that are owed to you
  Money and me are the same, but I just don’t fold for you
  Run me your body, I’ll put a Range on the road for you
  I don’t know what you were told but I ain’t mad at you baby
  Chorus: Lil Yachty
  If I seen you out, me too would be up on you crazy
  Diamond in the rough
  You look as good as Oprahs bank account
  I just wanna take you out
  Fuck you in your momma house
  Overseas, I’ll fly you out
  Is he trickin Do she really love me
  Lets just find it out
  Baby, whats up with your mouth
  City girl, straight from the south
  Verse 2: Lil Yachty
  Is they mad that you fuck with me
  Is they mad that you ride around in a Bentley
  Is they mad that you not with them
  Same hoes hating be in my DM
  Locking it down, locking it down, locking it down I want you
  I want them to know you’re my baby boo
  We still make it lit when ain’t nothing to do
  Every time we step out niggas look at you
  Chorus: Lil Yachty
  I aint mad at em, Baby
  If I seent you out, me too would be up on you crazy
  Diamond in the rough
  You look as good as Oprahs bank account
  I just wanna take you out
  You look as good as Oprahs bank account
  I just wanna take you out
  You look as good as Oprahs bank account
  I just wanna take you out
  You look as good as Oprahs bank account
  I aint mad at em, Baby
  Verse 3: dinerøø
  I gotta bitch wit dreads
  I make dat bitch give me head
  Niggas be talking to feds
  Niggas be turning to pigs
  I can not fuck wit these niggas they fu
  I got them goons they gone pop out the blue
  Cant fuck wit that bitch she be fucking the crew
  She gone fuck on the crew when she up in the mood
  Wanna large bank account
  When I see Orpah Ima have to take Orpah out
  Ima fuck Orpah Ima have to fuck her on the couch
  I want Orpah bank account
  Put my dick up in her mouth
  After that she tapping out
  Verse 4: DaBaby
  My bitch pull up looking like Oprah Banks
  Take a pic with a bitch and she faint
  She look like a goddess but she ain’t no saint
  My bitch bout it bout it she need her a tank
  You know ain’t no limit on blue hundreds
  My bitch like a big bag of money this new money
  You gone make the bitch think that you love her
  Hold her hand right in front of you too public
  Take the lil nigga bitch he aint do nothing
  Now his bitch going baby I’m baby
  She want me to stay I ain’t staying
  And I hope that these niggas don’t play I aint playing
  Your Bitch looking good as Oprah bank account
  I’m the type to take a nigga hoe from him and take her out
  Keep the butt I’ll take the mouth
  I aint mad at em, Baby
  If I seen you out, me too would be up on you crazy
  Diamond in the rough
  You look as good as Oprahs bank account
  I just wanna take you out
  Fuck you in your momma house
  Overseas, I’ll fly you out
  Is he tricking Do she really love me
  Lets just find it out
  Baby, whats up with your mouth
  City girl, straight from the south
  I just wanna take you out
  You look as good as Oprahs bank account
  I just wanna take you out
  You look as good as Oprahs bank account
  I just wanna take you out
  You look as good as Oprahs bank account
  I aint mad at em, Baby
  Lil Yachty, Drake, DaBaby, dinerøø - Orpahs Bank Account