Bright Stones - CGB, Marty Party

Imma get mine

Imma shine bright

I been getting money

Imma spend it right, yeah

All black Trues in my Off-Whites

We know how to live

Lil bitch, party every night, yeah

Said I can’t even lift my wrist

My ice on

Said I can’t even see my wrist

Got bright stones

I can’t even lift my wrist

My ice on

Bright stones, got bright stones, yeah

Said I can’t even lift my wrist

My ice on

Said I can’t even see my wrist

Got bright stones

I can’t even lift my wrist

My ice on

Bright stones, bright stones

Yo, yo

Yeah, I just got in my bag

Yeah, I just picked up my cheque

I got som gold on my tooth

I got some gold on my neck

Imma go flood a Patek

I wrot this when I was broke

I just woke up to some dough

Ain’t gotta worry ‘bout debt

I just gotta fix up my flow

I gotta book me a show, dawg, damn

I got my bros on the road

Ain’t gotta worry ‘bout hoes, nah

I keep a real one with me

Yeah she keep me on my toes, dawg

These birdies blowing up my phone

They tryna link up at my home

Imma go link up my bros, yeah

Sorry, I gotta go ghost

Baby girl, I’m in my bag

So you gotta be patient

Promise I’ll get you that bag

I’m working, not on vacation

Yeah, my spot been vacant

I ain’t really need to play this

VS1 on my necklace

Yeah, I really got paid shit, damn

Said I can’t even lift my wrist

My ice on

Said I can’t even see my wrist

Got bright stones

I can’t even lift my wrist

My ice on

Bright stones, got bright stones, yeah

Said I can’t even lift my wrist

My ice on

Said I can’t even see my wrist

Got bright stones

I can’t even lift my wrist

My ice on

Bright stones, bright stones

Yeah, yeah

Chains on Skateboard P, yeah

Nize it with that talking

Know some hitters that might delete ya

I ain’t ‘bout no long talks

You best not make me repeat shit

Nize it with that capping

You ain’t rapping, you’re just reaching

If you’re tryna go blind

Just take a little look at my wrist

Went thru hell and back

Just to put little ice on my fist

Went thru hell and back

Just to put some Michael Kors on my bitch

Now Imma flip ‘n reinvest the bread

Buy my dukes a new crib

They said I couldn’t do it

Imma prove em wrong, yeah

Imma get these units moving

Imma do it all on my own, yeah

Boss man, I’m who they call, yeah

Stacking, my money tall, yeah

Can’t Go Broke

Cause bitch, I was born to ball, yeah

Said I can’t even lift my wrist

My ice on

Said I can’t even see my wrist

Got bright stones

I can’t even lift my wrist

My ice on

Bright stones, got bright stones, yeah

Said I can’t even lift my wrist

My ice on

Said I can’t even see my wrist

Got bright stones

I can’t even lift my wrist

My ice on

Bright stones, bright stones