Lyrics of 'Diamonds' by French Montana

It's a real nigga revolution, real nigga revolution
This should not be televised

Now let me see them fucking diamonds

Now on some sweet shit I want my kisses when I want them
On some freak shit I want my dick sucked when I want it
On some g shit I got my chips up now I’m balling
On some kieth sweat, I sang them bitches get to falling, on some veal shit
Made the bar like a goalie net
On some real shit I ain't set the time on my roley yet
Foolish nigga, always been the coolest nigga, way before you knew this nigga
I went to school with niggas, snatched they bitch then tutor niggas
My hoes smoke I watch them, don’t roll the blunts I just cop them
Feed her shots of the vodka, she open up like a locker
She a bougie chick seen every flick at the oscars, she say I'm just like sinatra
Her pops is into the opera, will look here my dear I’m the pavarotti of rhymers
In a brand new maserati how papparazzi gon’ find us
With my windows tinted like a limo, this is where I write my demo
Duckin the devil you could say I live my life a limbo

Now let me see them fuckin diamonds, neck full of diamonds, bracelet full of diamonds, watch full of diamonds, rings full of diamonds, you know I be shinin
Drippin in diamonds, bitches love them diamonds, (now throw up ya motherfuckin) now let me see them fuckin diamonds diamonds diamonds diamonds diamonds diamonds, now let me see them fuckin diamonds diamonds diamonds diamonds diamonds diamonds

Rose from the bottom
I brush dust the dirt off my shoulders
Pinky ring got a boulder, that bitch cost 10 crores
Get so swizz on the beats
I’m so swift with a freak
Know I’m draped like a king, strapped with iron, chic
Call my chick cleopatra
She got rings on her toes
Kings living forever I die embalm me in gold
All the bad bitches mourn, somebody sing me a song
Let the kids touch my casket make sure my neck full of stones
Put my face on that cheddar
Got big stones in my bezel
Friends come and they go but a diamond forever
Make sure this car ride slow
Rozay, j.cole
Got 3 mill on my neck
Red seude cane gold

Neck full of diamonds
Wrist worth an island
40 Niggas strapped up
Yeah 49ers
40/40 Bank 40 commas
Give them 40 cash and 40 on consignment, (haaanhh)
Diamonds we got mills on
Connected like a jail phone
Shorty want to ride it on top with her heels on
Playin with them falcons like I’m from decatur
Different zip code every if you talk about my neighbor nigga!
You know we play with different paper nigga
Staples center get your head full of staples nigga
I’m talking paul pierce with the handle nigga
And all my diamonds clear like a sample nigga