Your silver nights and golden days I try to reach you in a million ways I´m crazy ´bout you bonnie Can you tell? Your diamond rings and fancy clothes Do I want you babe, well heaven knows I´m wild about you bonnie Can´t you see, hey bonnie I´ve

She's only been in the ground a day or two I'm glad Mama ain't around to watch this family feud Fine china stacked by the kitchen sink Aunt Tammy's in there claiming all the diamond rings Uncle Bobby's holding up the TV set The only thing they are

Some people want it all But I don't want nothing at all If it ain't you baby If I ain't got you baby Some people want diamond rings Some just want everything But everything means nothing If I ain't got you, yeah If I ain't got you with me baby

You say you want From the cradle to the grave When all I want is you You all I want is Diamonds on a ring of gold Your story to remain untold But all the promises we make You say you'll give me A highway with no one on it

Diamond ring, wear it on your hand It's gonna tell the world, I'm your only man Diamond ring, diamond ring Baby, you're my everything, diamond ring When you're hungry, I will fill you up When you're thristy, drink out of my loving cup When you're crying,

Iced out chain (yeah) Iced out ring (yeah) Yeah she love my diamonds That bitch wanna give me brain (oh shit) Foreign bitch with me (huh?) She do anything White diamonds on my wrist Bitch it's Gucci Gang (yeah) Ooh, Lil Pump, yuh

Bring ten bitches to the back Whippin' up Whitney, boy how you do that, ooh Whippin' up Whitney, whippin' up Whitney, Lil Pump how you do that? Ooh Damn, I went and flexed like this Diamonds so yellow it look like piss, ooh I can't wife no bitch, spent a

Real niggas do real things On the road to riches and diamond rings Hanging with the honies is the song I sing Busting my toast off the roof drinking ninety proof til spring Real niggas do real things, check We started out making, small time bacon Two

Runaway baby like a runaway train Runaway and never look back Like a train comin' off the tracks Well, I sold my guitar for a diamond ring Yeah the preacher's daughter's got a thing for me With all of our stuff in a pick up truck Yeah we're headed out

I'm just flexin' on my ex-bitch I'm just stuntin' on my ex-bitch Hold up, I'm just stuntin' on my ex-bitch Fuck a wedding ring, I bought a necklace Diamonds got the flu, tryin' not to catch this I left that ho alone 'cause she was ratchet All these