Diamonds

Uh, uh huh

Bad boy,

Queen Bee

c'mon, c'mon

Verse One: Kim

If I could make it rain,

I'd make it rain diamonds

So all the girls in the world

could keep shrinining

From princess cuts to emeralds to H-classes

Yeah, I failed math, but bet I passed the E-class

Went from Chanel number 5 to two point five

The male rol's a resident, every rooms a president

With the live in waiters, betcha haters can't match that

You're six digits short to catch that

Your're net year gross it 20 thow on commission

My net week gross 100 mil in addition to to the Dow Jones,

Stocks, restaurants out in Rome

Plus all the over head

and the interest on those loans

Chorus:

I want diamonds

(She said she wants a man- to buy her a Lexuz Land)

But that's all right for her

But still it ain't enough for me

I want diamonds

She said she wants a guy

To do it to her every night

That's all right for her

But you gotta go down on me

Verse Two: Kim

I had bitches rockin the red, yellow and blue wigs

Cats in they raps tryin to act like Big

Remember when Big told y'all

Get Money

Remember when Big said play them niggas like dummies

Check it

If I could separate all the game from the glory

I'd rather be with Frank, but that's a different story

Cause now a days niggas ain't sayin shit (word)

Runnin off at the lips about what they gonna get

And what they had in '86

I puts them on the spot

Pull out the lab top

With the receipt for the yacht

What you got?

Niggas be mute all of a sudden

What, I pushed a button?

Shit, that ain't nothin'

Bridge:

I don't care if he's young or old

Just make him very rich

I just want someone that can spend dough

I want diamonds

Yes I do

And a house that's made of gold

There's only one thing better than money

Come into my bedroom honey

Verse Three: Kim

So we can have a drink or two

Cosmos, if you ghetto this Buds for you

Here's a few

So he can be nice

When I show him this ice

On my chest

That I bought with his American Express

I'm a mess, never-the-less

I'm authentic

Ninety-nine percent B-K

One percent N-J

Excuse me

Cause what I'm tryin to say

Is if you ain't thorogh

Stay out my borough

Cause when my gun burn, it's loud like Pairos

And when it's your turn, you fold like Gyros

And ya'll buy your suits in portions

I get mine's from an auction

Million dollar dress that belongs to the princess

While ya'll shopping at Saks

I been there, done that

Copt the sweater and the hat

Chorus

Bridge

(with adlibs)