King of Diamonds - Rick Ross
Somebody call the Brinks truck The boss back, somebody call the Brinks truck 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 plug, he a O'ye So show me love, it's only one Rozay Rozay You gotta separate yourself from fuck boys Can't even drop your top, because your ass so paranoid I'm floating in my shit like I'm in a parade Ho, you better take notes, I spent ten on the paint Waving at these bitches, and I know these niggas ho-ish Take your bitch to get lemon pepper 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
Artist: Rick Ross
Title: King of Diamonds