Future - Diamonds From Africa lyrics

[Hook:] Swerve on your pa**enger (?) scavenger I got them diamonds like Africa I got the blow on a one-footed trafficker I got them diamonds like Africa I got the blow on a one-footed trafficker I got them diamonds like Africa I got the blow on a one-footed trafficker [Verse 1:] I'm gone off Ferrari and I'm huggin' that car And I never say sorry Put some dope in the cup Go and order the truck cause the Bentley is comin' The hatin' on my sleeve cause I'm plain jane Sippin' Codeine on the plane man Most of my n***as, they gang bang Switchin' Moschino my name brand Switchin' Moschino my name brand Kilo for kilo, Young Future Pacino These b**hes, they treat me like Michael and Tito Go ask your dame, I'm her man, I'm her amigo On that dope I ain't get cut and I call it Gambino I know her lingo and out on the (rio?) I know a peon got more chains than Deion I'm the one who put all them birds in the Neon I may jus link bro and hang out a window I had em shoot up the block like a chulo I wake up everyday like I take photos I pull up in that new foreign, this photo I had that mouth in the house on the lo-lo I got a (stash?,) put up like it's polo I got that mojo, that mojo, I'm mojo You bozo, you bozo, you n***a that no no [Bridge:] None of this money that matter, all of my n***as they matter I told you I got all these problems that come with this money so f** it I f** all the nonsense I sip on this drink and its muddy I'm cruisin in the street with a .30 It's the good, the bad, and ugly [Hook:] [Verse 2:] My styrofoam muddy, my styrofoam muddy, my styrofoam muddy Your b**h? That's my buddy Your b**h? That's my buddy, Your b**h? She's some cutty I'mma hustle for mine I'mma get out and grind cause I know I deserve it And I know how to work it And I know i ain't (perfect?) And I know I ain't perfect Buy whatever I purchase And I’m ready to turn up on ya Hell f** it nah I ain’t nervous I don't be studyin' these lame, lames I'm just gone f** on they main dame Money is what I'm gonna obtain b**h you can f** on my main man If you on that loud I can smell it, it's octane I hit the block when them blocks came I chopped her up like I'm Biggie dame Jigga my n***a, I'm switchin' lanes Back of the Maybach, my windows and curtains up Got the bands and I ran it up way up And these n***as (?) Fader f** these n***as, they never could play us [Bridge + Hook:]