Lyrics
**** think they tough they get the boot
**** I'm a playa bitches chose yeah
Diamonds on me make these bitches chose
Diamonds on me make these bitches tell the truth
**** walkin', talk, they get the boot
****, I'm a player, bitches choose
Diamonds on me make these bitches chose
Diamonds on me make these bitches tell the truth
****, I'm a player, bitches choose
**** walkin', talk, they get the boot
****, I'm a player, bitches choose
Diamonds on me make these bitches chose
Girl I need two new coupes in the driveway
Don't care where we go just pick on the drive bae
And I be there for you dealing with your heartbreak
Just for your friends to come up looking at me sideways
And I'ma give it to you, baby, let my heart sing
And I'ma give it to you, baby, girl, that's always
And you're stubborn, you're preferring things the hard way
And when I give it to you, baby, make your heart sing
**** try to left'em in the dust
Say they on my heals, but they can't keep up
Push a bill but it ain't enough
Girl, I give you chills when I heat it up
**** squeal when the heat is up
Girl, I kept it real when the jig is up
Yes that will, get your feelings hurt
Know what this shit is, no more feelings, girl
**** walkin', talk, they get the boot
****, I'm a player, bitches choose
Diamonds on me make these bitches chose
Diamonds on me make these bitches tell the truth
****, I'm a player, bitches choose
**** walkin', talk, they get the boot
****, I'm a player, bitches choose
Diamonds on me make these bitches chose
Girl I got'em ducking call me bill
No, I'm hungry, so I'm comin' for the Meal
Goin' postal, so I'm movin' for the mail
Workin' hard, so you know I'm comin' for a mil
Studied up on the game before I play
Make sure I ain't takin' no more L's Rehearse my plays
And even though these **** failed I never trade
Even though they give you hell you're still an angel
Babygirl, I'm makin' sure you got what you need
Yet and still you come at me like you're incomplete
You come with me, babygirl, like we're in a weave
Energy's flyin', baby, there's no inner peace
Holy mount. Zion, baby, I just wanna piece
So tired of fighting, refuse to be enemies
And I know you tired, baby, you done reached your peak
I know it's fire, baby, let me torch your tiki
You don't go sour, baby, let me pluck your peaches
**** walkin', talk, they get the boot
****, I'm a player, bitches choose
Diamonds on me make these bitches chose
Diamonds on me make these bitches tell the truth
****, I'm a player, bitches choose
**** walkin', talk, they get the boot
****, I'm a player, bitches choose
Diamonds on me make these bitches chose
Written by: Ermonte Myles Uitenham
