| Ohh
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| Walk up in the thing, got my campaign poppin'
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| Champagne poppin', bad thang poppin'
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| Headed to the door, and ain’t a damn thing knockin'
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| Nooo
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| Walk up in the thing and everybody with me mobbin'
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| Campaign poppin', champagne poppin'
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| I wrote this on my born day, it was a warm day
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| Niggas gotta eat, we gon' do it gourmet
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| I’m hearing fuckin' voices, like when porn play
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| Stay, stay on your grind like foreplay
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| What more can I say? |
| Diamonds are for the day
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| That means to shine, you find a way
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| Stayed on porches, backyards, and gangways
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| Learned strange ways between Cole and Langley
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| Champagne ambitions
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| I pour it out for my man who made his transition
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| Wars about paper, pussy, pride and ego
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| Born to fly, call me the bald eagle
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| Open shows at the Regal for Daddy Kane and Eazy-E though
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| Boys in the hood is hard like kilos of heroin
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| The hero that came from zero
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| My bars and my PR like Puerto Rico
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| This bra from the DR said I was frío
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| That’s Ice Cold like Dre, triple three yo
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| Pinot noir style, better with time
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| I’m gambling with watches getting better with time
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| So I’mma ride this out for long as God allow me
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| They say «time is money», forever is my salary
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| I shine tomorrow with what I do today
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| Yo, get this money, put the diamonds on display
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| Ohh
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| Walk up in the thing and got my campaign poppin'
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| Champagne poppin', bad thang poppin'
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| Headed to the door, and ain’t a damn thing knockin'
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| Nooo
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| Walk up in the thing and everybody with me mobbin'
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| Campaign poppin', champagne poppin'
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| Hit you with the street sweeper now you gotta get to moppin'
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| Nooo
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| Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
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| Tryna get it every way, every day, day, day
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| Tryna get it every way, every day, ay, ay
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| Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
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| Tryna get it every way, every day, day, day
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| Tryna get it every way, every day, ay ay
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| Tryna get it every way, every day, day, day
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| Bars in alignment, stars in alignment
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| Raw off consignment, God’s in the diamonds
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| Evolve from the science, power and refinement
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| Read between the lines, hard to define us
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| Niggas that’s behind us, throwing up signs to signify us
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| In the Benz leaning like we biased
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| I’ve seen Len Bias, that shit scared me
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| You can go pro and blow everything you have in a flash
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| The moment is to live it like your last
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| Moments that we have never living in the last
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| My time, man, precious like diamonds
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| Look through the glass, see what I magnify man
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| I’mma be shining 'til I die man
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| I’m a rare diamond that’s hard to find man
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| Climbing to the mountain top, MLK day
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| To the streets I speak my piece like an A. K
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| 47 to 87 to the hundreds
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| Jewels I could run it for the hunted and the blunted
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| Dreams reflect clarity, ain’t no disparity
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| Between peace and prosperity, so marry me
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| Diamonds
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| Reminiscing when I had everything on layaway
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| I’m rolling with me and my partner like it was Training Day
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| Way before the ballin' that was back off in the training days
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| I used to hit the barber chair and say «I need that fadeaway»
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| Had a crush on what’s her name, the feelings never fade away
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| Older brother gang bang, banging like an 808
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| Said you can’t take his chain away
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| Real player you can’t take this game away
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| Slang away, walk up in this thing like a real Rockefeller
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| But you can’t take my dame away
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| Devil in a red dress, but she got that angel face
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| I could teach her how to get it day-to-day-to-day-to-day
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| The G code is my combination
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| Catch me off in the bank thumbing through all kinds of faces
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| Catch me off in court, beating all kinds of cases
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| Weed, money, pussy, liquor, that’s my favorite compilation
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| Diamonds
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| Diamonds |