Rick Ross - Yella Diamonds lyrics

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Rick Ross - Yella Diamonds lyrics

[Hook: x2] My dope be shinin' like it's yella diamonds My dope be shinin' like it's yella diamonds Nineteen for the whole thang Walk up out the trap n***a it's bling bling [Verse 1:] I'm back to trappin' like I'm 'posed to, n***a Them crackers wanna see me on a wanted poster, n***a Chasing my money like I'm Oprah, n***a From Dade County now mansions and Boca, n***a Now bring that drama that you spokin', n***a Ain't no water drippin' out this super soaker, n***a Go cash a check just like a dolphin, n***a Chopper city all up out your office, n***a Study your plays in my office, n***a A pound of haze'll make a gangsta off a n***a You wanna live make an offer n***a Club LIV is your coffin n***a [Hook] [Verse 2:] I'm whippin' cake up like I'm Jacob, n***a Hundred eighty for the bracelet and they hate it, n***a I had to have 'em custom make it, n***a You have to dumb it down before you take it, n***a You know we roll up like Jamaican n***as No marijuana, talkin bout k**in' these hatin' n***as The time is now f** all the waiting, n***a I can't hold back all these Haitian n***as You know they talkin home invasion, n***a Seeing your daughter scream can be very persuasive, n***a First question, where the safe at n***a? All in your woman face f** up her makeup n***a [Hook] [Verse 3:] I'm watching me a kilo break up, n***a Snort a line of this I bet you wake up, n***a Dead presidents all on my body, n***a For dinero, ocho cinco, catch me a body n***a Teflon Don, John Gotti n***a God forgives and I don't, my chopper hit the lotto n***a Keepin' it real my chopper chopped a lot of n***as I pay my dues, dudes get ya done I pay my fool, here come that murder one I think it's time you n***as recognize Work fifty million so f** the other side My n***a you know your chopper's cold On the other hand my chopper's old All the little head busters swingin' now And I buy 'em all cars off of my yella diamonds