Diamonds lyrics

[Intro: Chief Keef]
Young Chop on the beat
We're next, we're next, geesh
O-Block
Bang
Bang, bang

[Chorus: Chief Keef]
I swear my diamonds are so blinding please don't look at my wrist (look at my wrist)
In one blink of an eye, I bet I can take your b*tch (take your b*tch)
That boy jewelry looking blurry like who sold him that sh*t (sold him that sh*t)
They say I ain't getting money well who told them that sh*t (told them that sh*t)
Ok your b*tch she like my diamonds and the cars that I ride (car that I ride)
Or she might just like my style or its the squad that's behind me (squad that's behind me)
I don't know but she gone go cause my pockets on swole (pockets on swole)
I just walk up in the mall then I buy the whole store (buy the whole store)

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]
I know my diamonds looking blinding, please don't look at my wrist (look at my wrist)
My young n*ggas shoot your face, if you think about taking my sh*t (taking my sh*t)
10k for my ears, 20k for my wrist (20k for my wrist)
You ain't f*cking me for free b*tch 20k for my di*k (20k for my di*k)
Catch you slipping Scottie Pippen one phone call and you hit (call and you hit)
I just get these b*tches numbers I don't call I forget (call I forget)
And I'm riding in them foreigns I'mma ride on St. Lawrence (St. Lawrence)
I'mma ride on brick squad catch a n*gga I'm scoring (catch a n*gga I'm scoring)
[Chorus: Chief Keef]
I swear my diamonds are so blinding please don't look at my wrist (look at my wrist)
In one blink of an eye, I bet I can take your b*tch (take your b*tch)
That boy jewelry looking blurry like who sold him that sh*t (sold him that sh*t)
They say I ain't getting money well who told them that sh*t (told them that sh*t)
Ok your b*tch she like my diamonds and the cars that I ride (car that I ride)
Or she might just like my style or its the squad that's behind me (squad that's behind me)
I don't know but she gone go cause my pockets on swole (pockets on swole)
I just walk up in the mall then I buy the whole store (buy the whole store)

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Them people calling, right back to balling
You got a bad batch to much bakin' on it
Right back on the stove, right back to them shows
Right back to my b*tches, your advance is my clothes
I'm whipping it (whippin it), I triple it (triple it)
Shorty pop a molly then she wiggle it (wiggle it)
Putting orders, You telling stories (stories)
Casino life hard rock n*gga put in all this

[Chorus: Chief Keef]
I swear my diamonds are so blinding please don't look at my wrist (look at my wrist)
In one blink of an eye, I bet I can take your b*tch (take your b*tch)
That boy jewelry looking blurry like who sold him that sh*t (sold him that sh*t)
They say I ain't getting money well who told them that sh*t (told them that sh*t)
Ok your b*tch she like my diamonds and the cars that I ride (car that I ride)
Or she might just like my style or its the squad that's behind me (squad that's behind me)
I don't know but she gone go cause my pockets on swole (pockets on swole)
I just walk up in the mall then I buy the whole store (buy the whole store)