Diamonds
French Montana, Chief Keef
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Young Chop on the beat We're next, we're next, sheesh O-Block Bang Bang bang I swear my diamonds are so blinding please don't look at my wrist In one wink of an eye, I bet I could take your bitch That boy jewelry looking blurry, like who sold him that shit They say I ain't getting money, well, who told them that shit Okay, your bitch she like my diamonds, and the cars that I ride Or she might just like my style or its the squad that behind me I don't know but she gon' go because my pockets on swole I just walk up in the mall and then I buy the whole store I know my diamonds looking blinding please don't look at my wrist My young niggas shoot your face, you think about taking my shit 10k for my ears, 20k for my wrist You ain't fucking me for free bitch, 20k for my dick Catch you slippin', Scottie Pippen one phone call and you hit I just get these bitches numbers I don't call I forget And I'm riding in them foreigns, I'ma ride off St.Lawrence I'ma ride on Brick Squad, catch a nigga I'm scoring I swear my diamonds are so blinding please don't look at my wrist In one wink of an eye, I bet I could take your bitch That boy jewelry looking blurry, like who sold him that shit They say I ain't getting money, well, who told them that shit Okay, your bitch she like my diamonds, and the cars that I ride Or she might just like my style or its the squad that behind me I don't know but she gon' go because my pockets on swole I just walk up in the mall and then I buy the whole store Them people calling, right back to ballin' You got a bad batch too much baking on it Right back on the stove, right back to them shows Right back to my bitches, your advance is my clothes I'm whipping it, I triple it Shorty pop a molly then she wiggle it Putting orders, you telling stories Casino life, hard rock nigga put in all this I swear my diamonds are so blinding please don't look at my wrist In one wink of an eye, I bet I could take your bitch That boy jewelry looking blurry, like who sold him that shit They say I ain't getting money, well, who told them that shit Okay, your bitch she like my diamonds, and the cars that I ride Or she might just like my style or its the squad that behind me I don't know but she gon' go because my pockets on swole I just walk up in the mall and then I buy the whole store
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Written by: Karim Kharbouch, Keith Cozart, Tyree Lamar Pittman
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