King of Diamonds - Rick Ross

Somebody call the Brinks truck
The boss back, somebody call the Brinks truck

[Verse 1:]
I got the baddest b_tches waiting on a n_gga
I got these p_ssy n_ggas hating on a n_gga
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 f_ck boys
Heavy ammunition for you f_ck 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 p_ssy, 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 sh_t a carnival
I got a club, here or 'ye
So show me love, it's only Rozay


[Verse 2:]
You gotta separate yourself from f_ck boys
Can't even drop your diamond dish, your ass so paranoid
I'm floating in my sh_t like I'm in a parade
Ho, you better take notice - I spent ten on the paint
Waving at these b_tches, and I know these n_ggas ho-ish
Take your b_tch to get limit, pop her 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 sh_t
It's time to step your game up
Gotta run your credit just to bring my name up
Twenty million, n_gga - look in my face
It's only one Rozay


The Boss back, somebody call the Brinks truck

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