CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Diamonds & Foreigns

I said Gemini diamonds, they foreign
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, it's four in the morning
I'm not sleeping, I'm working, I'm going in
I'm on my way out the spot while you going in
I'm on my way out the spot while you yawning
I'm in this b*t*h getting high like I'm boarding
There's so much money to get, can't be bored, man
But I can't cap, your lil' b*t*h so boring
My n***a, look, if she bad then I'm going in
I got these n***as lapped, I'm fast as a foreign
Got your b*t*h on a hook, and no, I won't throw her in
I'm smoking on gas, I just blew down a forest
I be dreaming of diamonds and foreign
Pakistanis and 'Raris, that's foreigns on foreigns
I got a bad b*t*h and she so horny
Damn, I stay counting up, she think I'm boring

We finna go cross the pond, n***a, wе touring
Beautiful earth tone b*t*h, shе gorgeous
Yeah, if I told that sh*t, it's a true story
My vision crystal clear just like water
I'm on the West coast, n***a, this tropical
Just to get out the Eastside, thought that wasn't possible
If you think you defeating me, n***a, impossible
If she get on my nerves then I might have to chop the ho
Yes, I'm the first one just like the Navajo
Yeah, lil' b*t*h, I'm unstoppable
Yeah, I go where the dollar go
Goddamn, these n***as don't got no goals
Yes I am the one that's gon' open doors
My b*t*h wear Rick Owens, she don't do open toes
I'm in the stu cooking up like I'm serving coke
And we serving gas like a motherf**king Sunoco
Yeah, you want it, let's get it, ho
Buy Balenciagas for my pretty ho
Just like Marvin Gaye, bae, yeah, let's get it on
I'm having hella hoes just like it's Bring It On
I'm at the gun range, n***a, like John Wick
I'm with my gang and we having mops and sh*t
Damn, we might have to pop some sh*t
Damn, I think I just popped your b*t*h
Yeah, my n***as, they watching, b*t*h
'Cause I'm coming through and I'm fly as sh*t
Yeah, you know that we hot in here (Hot)
You know that we hot in here (Hot)
Dior my jeans, just check out my gear
Damn, this scenery looking surreal
Yeah, I felt some sh*t you can't feel
Damn, I guess I'm just living for real (Okay, for real)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(I guess I'm living for real)
(I felt some sh*t you can't feel)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(I guess I'm living for real)
(I felt some sh*t you can't feel)
Yeah, yeah, it's four in the morning
I'm not sleeping, I'm working, I'm going in
I'm on my way out the spot while you going in
I'm on my way out the spot while you yawning
I'm in this b*t*h getting high like I'm boarding
There's so much money to get, can't be bored, man
But I can't cap, your lil' b*t*h so boring
My n***a, look, if she bad then I'm going in
I got these n***as lapped, I'm fast as a foreign
Got your b*t*h on a hook, and no, I won't throw her in
I'm smoking on gas, I just blew down a forest
I be dreaming of diamonds and foreign
Pakistanis and 'Raris, that's foreigns on foreigns
I got a bad b*t*h and she so horny
Damn, I stay counting up, she think I'm boring