| Diamonds all in my Hennessy
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| I see the world a little differently
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| Faded off that Chris Brown
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| Boy you know I run this town
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| Gold chain but no Mr. T
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| And your girl rolling up the tree
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| Cause she just like to be around
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| And occasionally get taken down
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| So more bottles get sent to me
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| And that means more models up in my suite
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| Cause I’m feeling like I made it now
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| But I’m really about to pass out
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| Don’t really want to miss a thing but
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| I’m just too damn faded (Woah)
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| And this is the American Dream
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| And I don’t even got to chase it
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| Cause there’s diamonds all in my Hennessy (Oh Yeah)
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| I got diamonds all in my Hennessy (Alright)
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| It’s Diamonds all in my Hennessy
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| I’mma toast it up for good energy
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| Girl, I just thought that you should know
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| I got an elevator in my condo
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| Versace. |
| You know. |
| Rock it
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| Please don’t knock it
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| Ain’t nobody fuckin' with my clique
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| Maybach Music, that’s what they all say
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| Some niggas don’t understand
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| It cost to talk this way
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| So the more bottles get sent to me
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| Is one big 'Fuck You' to this industry
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| Cause I’m feeling like I made it now
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| Now these niggas know I’m cashin' out (Oh Yeah)
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| Diamonds all in my Hendo
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| Had sex on the first night, told her I loved her and now I’m involved
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| I wore a trojan magnum so don’t think that
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| I was unprotected when I say I been raw, but I been raw
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| Never could pay the rent off
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| Now your boy connected to the money like an in-law, ugh
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| Got diamonds all in watch, nigga (Yeah, Trinidad)
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| Don’t believe me just watch, nigga
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| Yeah they hate that we gettin, nigga
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| Yeah that’s and, nigga
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| I’m a sure, alright I got my dress braided down, girl take a nap
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| Blowing on that medical you know we probably got it from the clinic
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| You a naughty girl, real party girl
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| Only wanna stand up on them couches and I only wanna hit it
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| No love lost when your clothes off
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| So if you really down let me know
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| I’m with it if you with it
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| Jump off in that white thing do the night thing
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| Give her the keys and tell her baby drive the speed limit
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| I’m drinking, she driving
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| And I’m smoking good on my laid back shit
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| on that Maybach shit
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| Middle finger to you haters this is hate back, bitch
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| We off the brown
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| And we sipping it to the last drop
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| She wondering how my chain and watch
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| Got the same shine that my glass got, bitches |