Songtext January 1st Young Thug

January 1st

DY crazy
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 mother fucker (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
Fuck you old school niggas ain't no schooling us
I let my son whip a Ferrari like his father Russ
I rock Hermès, I'm designer'ed up
Can't get rid of, I got hitters, drink bitters, cause bitches
I got bitches going brazy no Ritalin, I get money ain't no shady for real bruh
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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 don't bet on [?]
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 [?]
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 [?] but YSL the [?]
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 [?] riding round 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)