Diamonds Never Die Letra - 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