King of Diamonds lyrics

by

Rick Ross


[Intro]
Somebody call the Brinks truck
The boss back, somebody call the Brinks truck
The boss back, somebody call the Brinks truck
The boss back, somebody call the Brinks truck

[Hook]
Rozay!
Rozay!
Rozay!
Rozay!
Rozay!
Rozay!
Rozay!
Rozay!

[Verse 1]
I got the baddest b*tches waiting on a n*gga
I got these pus*y n*ggas hating on a n*gga
Since they wanna talk, I went and bought another chain
Forty cars, I gotta put em in my momma name
Heli-pad on my crib, my money outta here
Love my daughter to death, ten karats in her ear
Heavy ammunition for you f*ck boys
Heavy ammunition for you f*ck boys
I'm getting paid, I put that on my daddy grave
Got two hundred thousand in my Chevrolet
I'm the king of diamonds, my chain still speaking Ebonics
If she selling that pus*y, bring it to baby, I got it
Drop a chicken in that grease and make one into two
All these rides in my yard, my sh*t a carnival
I got a plug, he a O'ye
So show me love, it's only
[Hook]
Rozay!
Rozay!
Rozay!
Rozay!

[Verse 2]
You gotta separate yourself from f*ck boys
Can't even drop your top, because your ass so paranoid
I'm floating in my sh*t like I'm in a parade
Ho, you better take notes -- I spent ten on the paint
Waving at these b*tches, and I know these n*ggas ho-ish
Take your b*tch to get lemon pepper in a new Lotus
I'm so rich, I mean I'm so rich
If it's less than ten stacks, to me it's ho sh*t
It's time to step your game up
Gotta run your credit just to bring my name up
Twenty million, n*gga -- look in my face
It's only one

[Hook]
Rozay!
Rozay!
Rozay!
Rozay!
Rozay!
Rozay!
Rozay!
Rozay!
[Outro]
Maybach Music
The Boss back
The Boss back
The Boss back
The Boss back, somebody call the Brinks truck
The Boss back, somebody call the Brinks truck
The Boss back, somebody call the Brinks truck
The Boss back, somebody call the Brinks truck
The Boss back, somebody call the Brinks truck
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