| I don’t need you or your brand new Benz
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| Or your bouji friends
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| I don’t need love looking like diamonds
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| Looking like diamonds
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| Okay I’m young and I’m tatted
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| I get them bucks like an addict
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| In this Christian Dior, I spend so much on my fabric
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| I got a wifey at home and what she wants she can have it
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| And she in love with my stick, she say I work it like magic
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| Okay no need to panic, I’m on a beach where the sand is
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| Somewhere smokin' on medication, no I won’t need a bandage
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| Some would look at my age and try to say I’m young and I’m handsome
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| I say I’m filthy fucking rich, so I’m an old dirty bastard
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| And my cribs a disaster and my kush is the master
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| I was in my yellow car but my Ferrari go faster
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| Sounding like a band in it and my diamonds the dancers
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| On the remix with Kesha, bout to go see the cashier
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| On the grind so now my watch has got a lot of diamonds in it
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| I look down and see a hundred thou' and think its time to get it
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| Brought a lot of marijauna and I’m here to share it
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| No it’s not a problem, better get it, then I won’t be here tomorrow momma
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| I don’t need you or your brand new Benz
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| Or your bouji friends
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| And I don’t need love looking like diamonds
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| Looking like diamonds
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| We start out so cute in our baby pictures
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| That momma shot for our daddy so that HE wouldn’t forget you
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| He forgot anyway, but hey, one day he’ll remember
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| If not he’s human, I’m human, you human, we’ll forgive him
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| God gives him his ultimatum, can’t see how momma hates him
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| He’s such a cool ass guy, then wonder why she date him
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| I’m only 8, I’m not old enough, guess it’s complicated
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| Two parent dwellings, expelling have got so underrated
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| I only say this in cadence so it don’t get negated
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| I was gon' save it for later but later look like maybe
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| This crazy lady named Kesha is guessing my Mercedes
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| Would be all new and through through, but its the 1980s
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| But now that we are cool cool, she sippin' Irish Baileys
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| She say «Stacks, you’re true blue?»
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| I said «Nah, I’m Navy»
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| I call her Kesha, she like it, because it’s hood to her
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| She call me Andre 6000 because I’m good to her
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| I don’t need you or your brand new Benz
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| Or your bouji friends
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| And I don’t need love looking like diamonds
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| Looking like diamonds
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| Hey Kesha what up boo its me
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| Do you know what to do wit me?
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| Bad bitches, I got two of me
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| Well you better make it two or three
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| Bad bitches know me so don’t bother introducing me
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| They want me more than diamonds
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| Wipe me down bitch, I’m super clean
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| I’m hella cold, mega paid, making moves doing things
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| Bitches stay queued and they all wanna do the king
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| I’m ballin', royalty, knew it when I seen her
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| I was gonna take her, make her my new royal penis cleaner
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| My demeanor something special and this dick is so impressive
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| Bitch I bet you take it off and take it with you if I let you
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| I ain’t trippin', I’m just here, couldn’t catch you when I catch you
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| Bitch my swagger super natural
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| Get you pregnant looking at you
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| I ain’t nothing like them other dudes
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| I’m an atom bomb, they a molecule
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| Still paint ballin' out the frame, stuntin' like a fool
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| I don’t need you or your brand new Benz
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| Or your bouji friends
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| I don’t need love looking like diamonds
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| Looking like diamonds
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| Rat-a-tat-tat on your dum-dum drum
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| The beat’s so fat gonna make me come
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| Um, um, um, over to your place!
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| Rat-a-tat-tat on your dum-dum drum
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| The beat’s so fat, gonna make me come
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| Um, um, um, over to your place!
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| We be on that shit that no one be on
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| Thats what we one, smoke that neon
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| Kings of Leon, Dynamite Napoleon
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| Got some skinny’s and a tee on
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| And some vans and my mans got the ratchet
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| While I’m laying in some pussy you be laying in a casket
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| And I’m just saying, I’m just spazzing
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| Im just smashing, Im just nasty
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| If you 'bout it, bust it open
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| Oh you fancy man, I got so many flows like mansion
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| Catch a tantrum, know a girl called Cleopatra
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| She a throw that pussy at ya
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| I’m financially straight like a lion
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| I ain’t lying
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| And all my hoes on they toes
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| Ballerina, Black Swan
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| Man we on Ciroc, Grey Goose
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| It’s Weezy baby, sleazy baby
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| Young Mula baby!
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| I don’t need you or your brand new Benz
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| Or your bouji friends
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| I don’t need love looking like diamonds
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| Looking like diamonds |