Rick Ross - Yella Diamonds Lyrics

My dope be shininÂ’ like itÂ’s yella diamonds
My dope be shininÂ’ like itÂ’s yella diamonds
Nineteen for the whole thang
Walk up out the trap nigga itÂ’s bling bling

I’m back to trappin’ like I’m ‘posed to, nigga
Them crackers wanna see me on a wanted poster, nigga
Chasing my money like IÂ’m Oprah, nigga
From Dade County now mansions and Boca, nigga
Now bring that drama that you spokinÂ’, nigga
AinÂ’t no water drippinÂ’ out this super soaker, nigga
Go cash a check just like a dolphin, nigga
Chopper city all up out your office, nigga
Study your plays in my office, nigga
A pound of hazeÂ’ll make a gangsta off a nigga
You wanna live make an offer nigga
Club LIV is your coffin nigga

My dope be shininÂ’ like itÂ’s yella diamonds
My dope be shininÂ’ like itÂ’s yella diamonds
Nineteen for the whole thang
Walk up out the trap nigga itÂ’s bling bling

IÂ’m whippinÂ’ cake up like IÂ’m Jacob, nigga
Hundred eighty for the bracelet and they hate it, nigga
I had to have ‘em custom make it, nigga
You have to dumb it down before you take it, nigga
You know we roll up like Jamaican niggas
No marijuana, talkin bout killinÂ’ these hatinÂ’ niggas
The time is now fuck all the waiting, nigga
I canÂ’t hold back all these Haitian niggas
You know they talkin home invasion, nigga
Seeing your daughter scream can be very persuasive, nigga
First question, where the safe at nigga?
All in your woman face fuck up her makeup nigga

My dope be shininÂ’ like itÂ’s yella diamonds
My dope be shininÂ’ like itÂ’s yella diamonds
Nineteen for the whole thang
Walk up out the trap nigga itÂ’s bling bling

IÂ’m watching me a kilo break up, nigga
Snort a line of this I bet you wake up, nigga
Dead presidents all on my body, nigga
For dinero, ocho cinco, catch me a body nigga
Teflon Don, John Gotti nigga
God forgives and I donÂ’t, my chopper hit the lotto nigga
KeepinÂ’ it real my chopper chopped a lot of niggas
I pay my dues, dudes get ya done
I pay my fool, here come that murder one
I think itÂ’s time you niggas recognize
Work fifty million so fuck the other side
My nigga you know your chopperÂ’s cold
On the other hand my chopperÂ’s old
All the little head busters swinginÂ’ now
And I buy ‘em all cars off of my yella diamonds
 

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