Pure Diamondz

Yeen Know I pulled off on metro transit Then pulled up in my new Beamer Now they say I'm Hollywood Y'all just some hating a** demons No I don't blow racks in Neimans A arc angel genius Man these niggas acting pussy Might as well suck up some semen Cholly! You won't catch me sleeping Yo dream girl I had her screaming All I see is dollar signs Cha Ching-ing Go and get it Get the green You know it ain't no in between These pure diamonds on me dancing Beaming Shining hard They blinging 4 Fingers No you can't see us So Join us You can't beat us Apply pressure at all times We do not trust none of you skeezers Super fine a** señorita Put change in her like a meter If you f**k wit Queen Goonie Blow this song out of ya speakers Chea Blow this song out of ya speakers If you f**k wit Queen Goonie Blow this song out of ya speakers Chea Ooh I think they like me I'm cleaner than a white tee I'm so f****n Saint Louis Keep two pair of AF Nike You don't wanna fight A certified head buster You f**k wit us You in trouble Molly hit yo a** wit double Double shots straight to ya head This ain't what you want I beat ya a** wit my hands And plus the chopper in the trunk Draco on the backseat What the f**k you mean You know to get at me in traffic B***h you know I'm in these streets Chea I don't really wanna get up on my Goonie s**t But shit sometimes you have to show em you really wit the s**ts Doing all that talking You ain't got nothing coming these ways I'm from the Show Me State You gotta show me something baby Wes me? Where they do that at?