Don Diva
 作词 : Katorah Marrero/James Brooks/Isaac Copeland/3k
 作曲 : Katorah Marrero/James Brooks/Isaac Copeland
 Hey, something a-nah-mean-ah-ha
 What's up, what's up mama?
 Hey, hey, hey

 Little cutie-o with the booty, yo
 She like to do her, I said do me though
 Little boujee hoe
 I told her I'm a big dog like I'm Scooby though
 And I keep a glock 'cause it get spooky though

 I don't know that lame ***** I'm like who the hoe?
 Big ice VV's, call me Coolio
 The big don 1942, Julio
 First I beat a nigga up
 Then beat the coochie though
 Big drip Louie though
 Yeah she bad, but she Gucci though
 I could make that ***** sing like the studio
 Sing it to me baby
 I'm tryna Uber Eat the ***** bring it to me baby

 Yeah, yeah, yeah
 It's Rubi baby
 I'm tryna **** you with this mask like a goonie baby
 Know you bumpin' all my tunes like a looney baby
 I'm a boujee *****, can't treat me like a groupie baby
 You a extra ass nigga, you be at all my shows
 I switch up my niggas like I switch up my flows
 Fly me out to France, french tips on my toes
 Ride around like a boss Rubi Rose in that Rolls

 I'ma bad *****, I ain't no Busta Rhyme
 Touch it you can have it
 This my new whip I pulled up in a carriage
 VV's bustin' on my neck look like carrots
 **** you like a rabbit
 'Cause love ain't no habit

 If she bad I already had it
 Ain't no need to get the pistol, I'm already packin'
 Slim John, but she carryin' a paddywagon
 She from the A, I said what's good she said what's happ'n happ'n?
 Oh you lit? She said yeah, that's the Patek flashin'
 Ooh
 I love the way you talk shit
 I love the way your attitude is on some boss shit
 80K for the Cubans, but that don't cost shit
 'Cause I'ma big dog, hoes can't tell me shit, I wear the big drawers
 Shoot this rocket make this ***** nigga lift off
 She a hottie little mami, but her wrist frost
 Got 'em pissed off
 Ooh

 Hard headed, but my lips soft
 Hatin' hoes, you the type to make his **** soft
 Thoroughbred chick, help him get his bricks off
 Two toned AP, show my wrist off
 Why he blowin' up my phone, I be blowin' bands
 Both hands full of bands, ain't no holdin' hands
 I don't even want the nigga, come get your man
 I just made six figures on my OnlyFans
 Ooh
 He love the way I talk shit
 He love the way my attitude is on some boss shit
 100 for the AP that don't cost shit
 'Cause I'm the big diva
 A nigga can't tell me shit and a ***** either
 My purse hold the big bands and a little nina
 I'ma hottie little mami, but my wrist freezin'

 Man
 **** your man
 He a **** eater
 You be cheatin'
 I be cheatin'
 But I'm the big cheater
 The big cat
 The big racks
 Make 'em sick fever
 All black vetty, pull up like the grim reaper
 Blowin' loudpacks, stinkin' like a gym sneaker
 Ooh
 'Cause I be smokin' **** shit
 We in the back of that back doin' grown shit
 She a boss, but in bed she do that hoe shit
 I be like ooh, ooh
 Oh shit, she a big freak
 But I'ma **** her, then I'm dippin' like a 6 piece
 Feelings on decrease
 Bank account on increase
 OK
 ***** please
 Ooh