nube Pa'lante delante No mires pa'tras I hit the jackpot Chi-chi-chi-chi-chi-chi-ching Real chicos do real things On the road to the riches, get diamond rings
love, Your love, your love, your love I'm not the type who gets crazy for someone, Odds of me, tripping are like next to nothing, Guarded my heart like a diamond ring
Shawty is the type who like the finer things Flowers, cards and candy, they don't mean a thing You gotta control her and drool her with diamond rings
I'm livin' in the 21st century, doin' something mean to it Do it better than anybody ya ever seen do it Screams from the haters, got a nice ring to it
I can see What I didn't before And I don't care What they say anymore 'Cause I'm falling, falling Finally falling, falling I don't need all the finer things Diamond rings
the road to riches and diamond rings 'Cause real niggaz do real things Hanging wit' the niggaz is the song I sing Real niggaz do real things On the road to riches and diamond rings
can say du, du, du-du, du-du, du-du, baby, what if? What if? What if? What if? What if? What if? What if? Yeah, picture me on one knee With the perfect diamond ring
she said "hey 'Ye" I said "Yes B-tch" damn I'm only asking you a question I met this milf at the allstar getting action a cougar with more rings than
're the apple of my eye girl Fulfillment of my dreams, time, will show the value Of just what you mean to me More precious than silver, more precious than diamond rings
had my diamonds rainbow like the register for black every aspect where the plane wrote the pad call the brightness like a chain poster have got it from the ring
in the world Love, your baby girl Black Top, blue sky, big town full of little white lies Well, everybody?s your friend, you can never be sure They'll promise fancy cars an' diamond rings
grand up at a blackjack table She was dressed to the nines Drinkin' fine Black Label he said "I think, I'm gonna cash out, buy you a diamond ring" So
can bet your ass Everybody's tryin' to get filthy rich Off of somebody else's money I saw a preacher on the TV With big diamond rings on his hand He
forced to do dirt So niggas is forced to do dirt So niggas is forced to do dirt I only run with real niggas who wear gold and jewels Diamond rings,
hard and cold with a gangster stroll Five thousand dollar suits and fly gold Rolex, you can't fit no more diamonds on it Pinky ring, worth a house, if
it But will you still respect me if you get it All I can do is try, gimme one chance What?s the problem I don?t see no ring on your hand I be the first
Fancy cars and diamond rings I seen all kinds of shiny things I should be feelin' like a king But Lord I don't Great big towns so full of users Make
, you know, you've got to Make him express how he feels And maybe then you'll know your love is real [Verse I] You don't need diamond rings or eighteen