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(feat. French Montana) [Hook: Chief Keef] I swear my diamonds are so blinding please don't look at my wrist I bet I could take your bitch That boy jewellery looking bleary like who sold him that shit They say I ain't getting money well who told them that shit Ok your bitch she like my diamonds and the cars that I ride Or she might just like my style or its the squad that behind me I don't know but she gone go cause my pockets on swole I just walk up in the mall then I buy the whole store [Verse 1: Chief Keef] I know my diamonds looking blinding please don't look at my wrist My young niggas shoot your face if you think about taking my shit 10k for my ears 20k for my wrist You ain't fucking me for free bitch 20k for my dick Catch you slipping Scottie pippin one phone call and you hit I just get these bitches numbers I don't call I forget And I'm riding in them foreigns ima ride off St.Lawrence I'mma ride on brick squad catch a nigga I'm scoring [Hook] [Verse 2: French Montana] Them people calling, right back to balling Letras de cancionesYou got a bad batch to much baking on it Right back on the stove, right back to them shows Right back to my bitches, your advance is my clothes I'm whipping it, I triple it Shorty pop a molly then she wiggle it Putting orders, You telling stories Casino life hard rock nigga put in all this [Hook] From Letras Mania