Rick Ross - Diamonds lyrics

[Intro: French Montana] Ricky Rozay J. Cole Montana Diamonds [Intro: J. Cole] It's a real n***a revolution, real n***a revolution It should not be televised [Hook x2] Now let me see them f**ing Diamonds, diamonds, diamonds, diamonds Diamonds, diamonds [Verse 1: J. Cole] Now on some sweet sh** I want my kisses when I want them On some freak sh** I want my dick s**ed when I want it On some G sh** I got my chips up now I'm balling On some Keith Sweat, I sang them b**hes get to falling, on some Ville sh** Made to ball like a goalie net On some real sh** ain't set the time on my Rollie yet - foolish n***a Always been the coolest n***a, way before you knew this n***a I went to school with n***as, snatched they b**h then tutor n***as My hoes smoke, I watch them, don't roll the blunts I just cop them Feed her shots of the vodka, she open up like a locker She a bougie chick, seen every flick at the Oscars She say I'm just like Sinatra, her pops is into the opera Well look here my dear I'm the Pavarotti of rhymers In a brand new Maserati how paparazzi gon' find us With my windows tinted like a limo, this is where I write my demo Duckin' the devil you could say I live my life in limbo [Bridge: French Montana] Now let me see them f**in diamonds, neck full of diamonds, bracelet full of diamonds Watch full of diamonds, rings full of diamonds You know I be shinin, drippin in diamonds b**hes love them diamonds, now throw up all ya motherf**in diamonds [Hook x2] [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Rose from the bottom, I brush dust the dirt off my shoulders Pinky ring got a boulder, that b**h cost 10 Corollas Get so swizz on the beats - I'm so swift with a freak Know I'm draped like a king, strapped with Iron Sheik Call my chick Cleopatra, she got rings on her toes Kings living forever I die embalm me in gold All the bad b**hes mourn, somebody sing me a song Let the kids touch my casket make sure my neck full of stones Put my face on that cheddar, got big stones in my bezel Friends come and they go but a diamond forever Make sure this car ride slow, Rozay, J.Cole Got 3 mill on my neck, red suede Kangol [Bridge] + [Hook x2] [Verse 3: French Montana] Neck full of diamonds, wrist worth an island 40 n***as strapped up - Yeah 49ers 40/40 bank 40 commas Give them 40 cash and 40 on consignment, (haaanhh) Diamonds we got mills on, connected like a jail phone Shorty want to ride it on top with her heels on Playin with them falcons like I'm from Decatur Different zip code every if you talk about my neighbor n***a! You know we play with different paper n***a Staples Center, get your head full of staples n***a I'm talking Paul Pierce with the handle n***a And all my diamonds clear like a sample n***a