Diamonds Never Die - Rick Ross ft. Kodak Black, Ball Greezy

Champagne poppin', good weed gettin' blown (Yeah)
Forever keep it G, like a P with them hoes (Yeah)
Stars in the ceilin', watch a real nigga fold (Yeah)
No diamonds in the watch, but it still costs a Rolls
Ah (We gettin' money)
Ah, yeah (Go stop)
I know they don't like it (Stop hatin')

Humble beginnings, but I never been frugal at all
Standin' in my closet, look like you been through a mall
I could never talk about what we did in the dark
'Cause the feds might wanna rush it, just sendin' they dogs
And it's never been too many that did it like Boss
I might see a car today and go get it tomorrow
Reminiscin' to God, Wizard of Oz
Far from premonition, nigga, this vision of ours (Maybach Music)
Mama's kitchen was amazin', I did it, Allah
Cocaine, it made it up to makin' it sit in the pot
Fuck a rental house, let me spend a thousand
You a pretty bitch, and that ass, it's astounding
Writin' 'em at my peak, writin' it as I speak
Diamonds'll never die, that's why your bitch still in my sheets
Convertible Phantom leavin' the haters like "Sheesh"
Fuck an NDA, I let her just move as she please

It should be a crime the way I make it look this good when I put it on (I put it on)
You can look, but don't you touch, watch a nigga ball
Ah, yeah
I know they don't like it

Yeah, snipers don't die, we multiply, live forever
Man, my vultures stay fly, shit on bitches, split bread together, ayy
Ball Greezy came through talkin' greezy, sound elegant
Ross got a way of poppin' shit with a lot of etiquette
Big boss shit, confident, yeah, so effortless
Man, I aspire to do just like it when my cheddar hit
I tell this shit from my perspective, on the extra shit
That's South Florida, flexin', defensin', mixed with the recklessness
Ayy, lil' corner nigga ran the check, and got some sexy shit
Let them go flat broke, after that I'ma have to sell the bitch
Ridin' in Dade, bad boy, money good
Hot nigga out the hood, makin' it look this good
Miami Vice, my nigga, I'm on my player shit
Ain't nothin' I hate more than a fuckin' hater bitch
Look, you could look, but don't stare
I know the nigga don't like it, why the hell should I care?
Look at that

It should be a crime the way I make it look this good when I put it on (I put it on)
You can look, but don't you touch, watch a nigga ball
Ah, yeah
I know they don't like it

I'm out for presidents that represent me
We them niggas with the fifty cars parked in the street
I just nod at the dope man and don't even speak
Who you is? How you comin'? Nigga, we hundred deep
Bust out the yacht, and Tiki for the fish
It ain't trickin' if you got it, that's a myth
Baby, try not to get your lip gloss on the spliff
Puff, puff, pass, baby, when you take a hit
If you ain't suckin', baby, I ain't with the back and forth
Good head, good pussy, really opens doors
We goin' shoppin', baby, yeah, of course
You deserve it
And you damn sure worth it
I'm into buyin' purses (M-M-M-M-M)
(Maybach Music)

It should be a crime the way I make it look this good when I put it on (I put it on)
You can look, but don't you touch, watch a nigga ball
Ah, yeah
I know they don't like it