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Diamonds
by French Montana
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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
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
