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diamond kings - ben franks lyrics

[verse 1: brian gaad]
uh! collecting rings like we mike and scottie in ’98
had to go and cop me a masi and switch out them cali license plates
it’s raining con-fetti, y’all not ready, my bar medley’s
finna bomb heavy, swing hammers round like i’m john henry
my mama had sent me to droptop the bentley
then cop my girl some fenti heels, m-th-f-ck a record deal
the independent percentage of you rappers owning your own publishing
will have yo bank account doubling without you having to do no sucka sh-t
my profile, beat the dope trial, boy ya no style
money power fame i balance like simone biles
uhh! medals on medals all draped on my neck
and if you a rookie don’t play with a vet
i be calling my bookie to place up a bet
i be chasing ben franks til they lay me to rest
big bank basis private island vacations
she said her ex man was working minimum wages
you really wanna get it? when i step into the buildin’
and spillin’ this wicked venom up out of my cerebellum
i been chasin’ a milli since lil’ wayne said “make it rain on dem hoes”
every verse is coming straight from the soul
i’m tryna go and cop a wraith and get it plated in gold
jasmine road i been dreaming this since 11 years old

[chorus: brian gaad]
ben franks on my membrane check the pen game
ben franks on my membrane check the whip game
ben franks on my membrane check the pimp game
ben franks on my membrane b-tch im gettin’ paid

[verse 2: clay gartner]
comin’ up comin’ up comin’ up
too many numbers can’t count it up
fingers too sticky can’t roll it up
holes in my body they filled with blood
man this sh-t’s gettin’ real huh, i’m on my 3rd bring a double cup
i might go make a mil huh?! tell that cashier to write it up
tell that bad b-tch to f-ck with us, gettin’ dollas but i’m showin’ love
connected cause i’m the plug, i could get anything that you want
how you really think we do this sh-t?
started to shift and just came in quick
started out broke so i almost quit
stay with it now i be making hits
i be on this sh-t like errday errday i been makin’ pay
getting buckets like mj n curry i could this sh-t like anyway
you should go and check the mirror dog
you at the top and just fallin’ off
i’ma come around and pick you up
i’m just doing what the f-ck i want
my heart is invested my mind is aggressive
my lyrics sick wit it like marley n presley
can’t stop my shine cause my diamonds encrested
no shirt, jacket, or sleeves i just vest it
she tasted like candy i nicknamed her nestle
asked “what we can be?”
i left then she text me
replace her with 3 that’s a hat-trick like messi

[verse 3: brian gaad]
rappers is lookin’ just like little debbie
when talking bout how they all trap out the telly
from outta the pit of the dragons belly
i been spitting this sh-t just for makaveli
ride with some goons in the back of the chevy
ride with some goons in the back of the chevy!
whew! flow fast as a hemi my vocal box blast like i’m packing a semi
this rap academics
chapter 11 in murdering beats in a matter of seconds
this chapter 11 of rap academics and murdering beats in a matter of seconds
i’m bout all my business
singing up all on the beat for ya girl like that boy michael bivins
oooh! i’m fresh out the kitchen been whippin’ up dough and i’m back to get richer

- diamond kings lyrics

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