"Diamonds & Girls" lyrics
(feat. Curren$y)
Yeah, C3 baby
Young Weezy and Young Curren$y, you understand me?
This how we're doing it
Di-diamonds and girls, di-diamonds and girls
Di-diamonds and girls, di-diamonds and—diamonds
Di-diamonds and girls, and girls
And girls, di-diamonds and—
Get 'em! Ugh, like five, six chains on
Slick Rick, no patch, just frames on
Marc Jacobs Aviators and a V-neck
Ten bitches, ten pistols on the P-jet
In a drop-top Madina with the top up
I'm in that bitch getting neck like a shot put
Hundred thousand for the grill, if I lie, I die
Flow sick, so sick, see the cyanide
And here's my most funniest joke
I'm broke (Hahahaha)
Don't worry 'bout me, the money got me
And I keep the burner on me like an ID
The Lamborghini orange like vitamin C
And leave a bitch stuck like a kite in a tree
Weezy F.B., the money is the matter
I'm working like a bad bladder, M.O.B
Di-diamonds and girls, di-diamonds and girls
Di-diamonds and girls, di-diamonds and—diamonds
Di-diamonds and girls, and girls
And girls, di-diamonds and—
Yeah, hailing from the bottom of the map
But standing at the top of the game
Kush got a nigga looking like I could really use a nap
But I'm still out wilding with the gang
Got diamonds in my chain, more colors than the Northern Lights
Life is a traffic jam but I'm on a motor bike
Zig-zagging past these bastards, laughing at 'em
I got them suicidal like the doors on the Phantom
Yeah, Hot Spitta nigga, who you thought it was?
Bitches want to hold me in the morning like a coffee mug
I don't try to lock them down 'cause I am not an officer
I just knock them down in groups of ten
As if I'm in the lane aiming for bowling pins
Then the style switch so quick
Have you thinking that the disc skipped, pimping serious
Make them bring it back like pass interference, yeah
Di-diamonds and girls, di-diamonds and girls
Di-diamonds and girls, di-diamonds and—diamonds
Di-diamonds and girls, and girls
And girls, di-diamonds and—
Di-diamonds and girls, di-diamonds and girls
Di-diamonds and girls, di-diamonds and—diamonds
Di-diamonds and girls, and girls
And girls, di-diamonds and—
Chea, speed boat, wife-beater
Balling like Derek Jeter for every reason
That Testarossa can get ghost like it never seen you
The same color as sesame-a, diarrhea
The pioneer, I am here, right here
The watch nasty like gonorrhea
Money long like Nia, I appear via satellite
Whomever don't like the premiere, he a hermaphrodite
Vegetables up in my ear, get it clear
Pretty women want this nigga right here like Richard Gere
I switch the gear, and steer and disappear
And if I ever jump off a pier, I would probably fly
Di-diamonds and girls, di-diamonds and girls
Di-diamonds and girls, di-diamonds and—diamonds
Di-diamonds and girls, and girls
And girls, di-diamonds and—
Di-diamonds and girls, di-diamonds and girls
Di-diamonds and girls, di-diamonds and—diamonds
Di-diamonds and girls, and girls
And girls, di-diamonds and—
Young Weezy and Young Curren$y, you understand me?
This how we're doing it
Di-diamonds and girls, di-diamonds and girls
Di-diamonds and girls, di-diamonds and—diamonds
Di-diamonds and girls, and girls
And girls, di-diamonds and—
Get 'em! Ugh, like five, six chains on
Slick Rick, no patch, just frames on
Marc Jacobs Aviators and a V-neck
Ten bitches, ten pistols on the P-jet
In a drop-top Madina with the top up
I'm in that bitch getting neck like a shot put
Hundred thousand for the grill, if I lie, I die
Flow sick, so sick, see the cyanide
And here's my most funniest joke
I'm broke (Hahahaha)
Don't worry 'bout me, the money got me
And I keep the burner on me like an ID
The Lamborghini orange like vitamin C
And leave a bitch stuck like a kite in a tree
Weezy F.B., the money is the matter
I'm working like a bad bladder, M.O.B
Di-diamonds and girls, di-diamonds and girls
Di-diamonds and girls, di-diamonds and—diamonds
Di-diamonds and girls, and girls
And girls, di-diamonds and—
Yeah, hailing from the bottom of the map
But standing at the top of the game
Kush got a nigga looking like I could really use a nap
But I'm still out wilding with the gang
Got diamonds in my chain, more colors than the Northern Lights
Life is a traffic jam but I'm on a motor bike
Zig-zagging past these bastards, laughing at 'em
I got them suicidal like the doors on the Phantom
Yeah, Hot Spitta nigga, who you thought it was?
Bitches want to hold me in the morning like a coffee mug
I don't try to lock them down 'cause I am not an officer
I just knock them down in groups of ten
As if I'm in the lane aiming for bowling pins
Then the style switch so quick
Have you thinking that the disc skipped, pimping serious
Make them bring it back like pass interference, yeah
Di-diamonds and girls, di-diamonds and girls
Di-diamonds and girls, di-diamonds and—diamonds
Di-diamonds and girls, and girls
And girls, di-diamonds and—
Di-diamonds and girls, di-diamonds and girls
Di-diamonds and girls, di-diamonds and—diamonds
Di-diamonds and girls, and girls
And girls, di-diamonds and—
Chea, speed boat, wife-beater
Balling like Derek Jeter for every reason
That Testarossa can get ghost like it never seen you
The same color as sesame-a, diarrhea
The pioneer, I am here, right here
The watch nasty like gonorrhea
Money long like Nia, I appear via satellite
Whomever don't like the premiere, he a hermaphrodite
Vegetables up in my ear, get it clear
Pretty women want this nigga right here like Richard Gere
I switch the gear, and steer and disappear
And if I ever jump off a pier, I would probably fly
Di-diamonds and girls, di-diamonds and girls
Di-diamonds and girls, di-diamonds and—diamonds
Di-diamonds and girls, and girls
And girls, di-diamonds and—
Di-diamonds and girls, di-diamonds and girls
Di-diamonds and girls, di-diamonds and—diamonds
Di-diamonds and girls, and girls
And girls, di-diamonds and—
Thanks to T-Shee for adding these lyrics.
