Tunde Olaniran - Diamonds lyrics

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Tunde Olaniran - Diamonds lyrics

[Chorus] No ice on my hands No diamonds in my grill Don't drive a Mercedes I'ma keep it real Nothing in my pocket But a five-dollar bill Guess I'll go to Taco Bell And get a combo meal [Verse 1: Irawniq] I swear to God I don't wanna be a broke chick But I'm feeling like a broke chick Couple diamonds in the bezel of my Audemar Michael J. Foxin' Cause I'm wishin that she won't tick I'm a fiend for a discount While I dream of a penthouse Bought my jeans from a thrift shop And made a scene for a discount Baby I just trynna get on payroll But my credit's been bad since like a day old Sallie Mae up on my line that hoe on hold I'm too busy plottin how to get a bankroll I'll set it off in this mutha' if I have to Ten more session on this muf**in' tattoo My record deal like my credit card: past due “you shouldn't spend what you ain't got,” b**h I ain't ask you We never had nothing See and now I'm gon' get it Advance me some dollars And you know I'm gon' spend it Eaten calamari, stuntin in that 'rari I'm offended if you think That sh** ain't rented, I'm broke, hoe [Chorus] Tremble in the system with a grip on a buck They say "jump" You lick the boot that came outcha bu*t Vote yes d** tests Man, poverty s**s Just a hospital stay away from losing it all I told myself to be better That better fate would fall in place Momma promised she'd never But "never" became the ground in my face Fake Miss Marple got the nerve and the gall Huntin down panhandlers who beg near the mall Ryan lived and died with the dirt in his paws You mad they try to snatch A little joy from the jaws? You don't like me? Just rezone You just wanna sell my home You ain't forgive no loan You won't turn my water back on Just turn my water back on [Chorus] [Verse 2: Pa**alacqua] Surf board Waterboard I'm kinda bored Take me to water world Not of this world This place is doomed So the players sit in space Coz that's what players do We need a day or two to troubleshoot And do the things we wanna do Better be World War III When they summon me Ask can I move something "Show me what you got" They like "ooo nothing" [Verse 3: Pa**alacqua] Do a lot of tweeting While I'm sitting on the sh**ter Mind foggy like my tap water Gotta get a Brita That and a brand new spatula So I can make an omelette for my baby Talking cheese on cheese Fresh parm and feta Never one to skimp On that crushed red pepper I'm drinking all your coffee Can't find my pa**port First of the month and I'm dodging my landlord Sorry Martini So sorry You know how it goes [Chorus x6]