Rick Ross

Rick Ross - King Of Diamonds

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Somebody call the Brinks truck

The boss back, somebody call the Brinks truck

[Verse 1]

I got the baddest bitches waiting on a nigga

I got these pussy niggas hating on a nigga

Since they wanna talk, I went and bought another chain

Forty cars, I gotta put em in my momma name

Heli-pad on my crib, my money outta here

Love my daughter to death, ten karats in her ear

Heavy ammunition for you fuck boys

Heavy ammunition for you fuck boys

I’m getting paid, I put that on my daddy grave

Got two hundred thousand in my Chevrolet

I’m the king of diamonds, my chain still speaking Ebonics

If she selling that pussy, bring it to baby, I got it

Pop a chicken in that grease and make one into two

All these rides in my yard, my shit a carnival

I got a club, here or ‘ye

So show me love, it’s only Rozay



[Verse 2]

You gotta separate yourself from fuck boys

Can’t even drop your diamond dish, your ass so paranoid

I’m floating in my shit like I’m in a parade

Ho, you better take notice — I spent ten on the paint

Waving at these bitches, and I know these niggas ho-ish

Take your bitch to get limit, pop her in a new Lotus

I’m so rich, I mean I’m so rich

If it’s less than ten stacks, to me it’s ho shit

It’s time to step your game up

Gotta run your credit just to bring my name up

Twenty million, nigga — look in my face

It’s only one Rozay



The Boss back, somebody call the Brinks truck

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