Diamonds Never Die Lyrics – Rick Ross

Read the complete Diamonds Never Die Lyrics by Rick Ross, Kodak Black and Ball Greezy from the album Set in Stone along with song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Rick Ross’s music, you can also explore She’s My Star and Caviar Bumps, two other songs by Rick Ross.

[Intro]
Champagne popping, good weed getting blown, yeah
Forever keep it G, like a P with them hoes, yeah
Stars in the ceiling, watch a real n!gga fold, yeah
No diamonds in the watch, but it still costs a Rolls
Ah (We getting money)
Ah, yeah (Go stop)
I know they don’t like it (Stop hating)

[Verse 1]
Humble beginnings, but I never been frugal at all
Standing 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 sending 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
Reminiscing to God, Wizard of Oz
Far from premonition, n!gga, this vision of ours
Mama’s kitchen was amazing, I did it, Allah
Coc*ine, it made it up to making it sit in the pot
Fu*k a rental house, let me spend a thousand
You a pretty b!tch and that ass, it’s astounding
Writing ’em at my peak, writing it as I speak
Diamonds’ll never die, that’s why your b!tch still in my sheets
Convertible Phantom leaving the haters like “Sheesh”
Fu*k an NDA, I let her just move as she please

[Chorus]
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 n!gga ball
Ah, yeah
I know they don’t like it

[Verse 2]
Yeah, snipers don’t die, we multiply, live forever
Man, my vultures stay fly, s*it on b!tches, split bread together, ayy
Ball Greezy came through talking greezy, sound elegant

Bro’s got a way of popping s*it with a lot of etiquette
Big ball s*it, confident, yeah, so effortless
Man, I aspire to do just like it when my cheddar hit
I tell this s*it from my perspective, on the extra s*it
That’s South Florida, flexing, defensing, mixed with the recklessness
Ayy, lil’ corner n!gga ran the check and got some s*xy s*it
Let them go flat broke, after that I’ma have to sell the b!tch
Riding in Dade, bad boy, money good
Hot n!gga out the hood, making it look this good
Miami Vice, my n!gga, I’m on my player s*it
Ain’t nothing I hate more than a fu*king hater b!tch
Look, you could look, but don’t stare
I know the n!gga don’t like it, why the hell should I care?
Look at that

[Chorus]
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 n!gga ball
Ah, yeah
I know they don’t like it

[Verse 3]
I’m out for presidents that represent me
We them n!ggas 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 coming? N!gga, we hundred deep
Bust out the yacht and Tiki for the fish
It ain’t tricking 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 sucking, baby, I ain’t with the back and forth
Good head, good pu*sy, really opens doors
We going shopping, baby, yeah, of course
You deserve it
And you damn sure worth it
I’m into buying purses

[Chorus]
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 n!gga ball
Ah, yeah
I know they don’t like it