Yeah, my diamonds talking back, talking back, ya ya Yeah, my diamonds talking back, they talking back, yeah yeah Diamonds talking back, they talking back, boom pow pow Diamonds talking back, they talking back, blaow blaow blaow Check me out now Diamonds

Ooh, that's a lot, lot Yeah, look at them bands, that's a lot, lot Like, ooh, we don't stop, stop Yeah, count it up, that's a lot, lot Like, hey, that's a lot Yeah, cashing checks out the box like Yeah, count it up, that's a lot, lot, lot Said ooh,

It's like I'm paranoid lookin' over my back It's like a whirlwind inside of my head It's like I can't stop what I'm hearing within It's like the face inside is right And let's ri-i-i-i-i-ide check em out now Ri-i-i-i-i-ide, yeah It's just that Jigga Man,

Get a check, run it up Got my pot and got my 4 (got my 4 yeah) Water whip, my wrist got tore (whip whip, yeah) Frontin' work you can't afford (can't afford, yeah) Might took long, don't come up short (come up short, yeah) Call you down and you ignore

Leonardo DiCaprio Break up with a text Bitch, I write a check Watch me with a chick Take off in a jet So I just never stress I don't know what's next, yeah I don't want my ex, no Girl, you know the rest (bye, bye hoe)

In check, yeah, in check, yeah Sometimes I forget When I look you in your face I see a good girl who deserves better than me (better than me) You remember that other night in my bedroom? On top of my bed I remember the things that you said Sometimes you

Check one-two-one man skitzed again Dickhead you and a dickhead crew Getting gassed up by your dickhead friends Call me Gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng Gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng Yeah, it's Gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng It's like dem man woke up pissed again If I buck

Ain't no tellin' Envelopes comin' in the mail, let her open 'em Hopin' for a check again, ain't no tellin' Yeah, she invite me to the telly, keep the blade with me When I go to check a bitch, ain't no tellin' Yeah, police comin' 'round lookin' for some

(Yeah yeah) Crib is dimensional, my bitch is seminal Orange Dickies suit like a sand town criminal Hundreds be indigo, bitches identical Aim at the imbeciles (wooh wooh wooh) Yeah, fuck up a check now, my family set now She gon' have sex now Guap on this

Well, I'm out of Alabama, down to Louisiana Halfway 'bout to New Orleans Yeah, I'm leaning on my Chevy Rolling through the levees trying to get to where I wanna be That's where I reckon I can finally put myself at ease Check my life there at the border