Foundation - D.I.T.C., A.G., Diamond D

Yo, yo, yo.

Chorus:

We love the foundation, time to lock shit

Ladies look no more we got this

D.I.T.C.

spits the hot shit

And while you busy poppin' shit we’re poppin' Cris

Ain’t no stoppin' this like,?

See it’s all laced out wearing rocks and shit

On the set niggas start to cockglocking shit

Hating when we come through ya metropolis

I like the finer things in life, rings and bikes

Expensive whips, first-class trips

Seven days cruises, honey don’t trip

Excel class if ya heard room fit

Platinum cars, givin' no credit to me

Tiffany labs,?

H-class minerals with no floors in it

Be one two, with the windows all tinnit

And I be all in it, for Tommy Hil' send it

Everything is paid for, mami not rent it

Two albums deep, it’s all documented

Y’all little monkeys gon' see in a minute

Look, G-O-L-D in a minute

'Bout to double that, in the Benz bubble black, hata !

It’s Di-a-mond D on ya set

Throwin' all G’s and charge a jet