Letra Fake Diamonds - Rich The Kid

Yeah, alright
Alright, ooh-ooh
Woo, woo, woo, ohh
Yeah

Broke boy, why you lyin'? Fake diamonds, don't shine (yeah)
Bad bitch on my mind, hunnid thousand on the time (right)
Ridin' 'round with a check, I got water on the neck (yeah)
Rubber bands, I got bands, I'm the man, I'm the man (woo, woo, woo, ohh)
Your diamonds ain't real, they don't shine (yeah)
You lyin' (bling, right, yeah)
VVS make you blind (yeah, ice)
Go blind (that's right, yeah)
Broke boy, better get your money up (alright, yeah)
Broke boy, better get your money up (right)
I get that check and I f*** it up (uh)
I get that check and I f*** it up (agh)

Benjamins, Benjamins on me (yeah, what?)
Whole lotta blue cheese on me (alright, cheese)
Ridin' around with that macaroni (alright)
These niggas tellin' to the police (yeah)
These bitches tryna be famous (bitch)
Bustdown Rollie, I made it (right)
Young rich ni***, take your lady (hoo, hoo)
You flexin', your diamonds fugazi (hoo, ohh)
Too much cash, made the rubber band break (yeah)
They know my face in the bank (agh)
You see my face on the drank (yeah)
Just sippin' on nothin', but [?] (right)
Fuck that (yeah)
Broke ni*** walkin', need a bug pad (right)
Bitch bad, ride like Six Flags (yeah)
Flexin' around with a big bag (yeah)
Yeah (yeah), I had to change my number (right)
I hit that bitch with a rubber (alright)
I fuc*** that bitch on the cover (alright)
You kissin' her, told her you love her (right)
I'ma player, you a buster (alright)
I'ma sipper, double-cupper (right)
You like twelve, a undercover (hoo, hoo)
Choppa on me, want no trouble (hoo, alright)

Broke boy, why you lyin'? Fake diamonds, don't shine (right, yeah)
Bad bitch on my mind, hunnid thousand on the time (bitch, right)
Ridin' 'round with a check, I got water on the neck (yeah)
Rubber bands, I got bands, I'm the man, I'm the man (hoo, hoo, hoo, ohh)
Your diamonds ain't real, they don't shine (yeah)
You lyin' (bling, right, yeah)
VVS make you blind (yeah, ice)
Go blind (that's right, yeah)
Broke boy, better get your money up (hoo, yeah)
Broke boy, better get your money up (right)
I get that check and I f*** it up (right, yeah)
I get that check and I f*** it up (yeah agh)

Rich young ni*** in the Vetement (right)
My hoes at the door, would you let 'em in? (that's right)
Rich 'Kid sippin' on the medicine (yeah)
The muddy, this cup like a piggy pet
Sippin' on that purp', double cup with the
And I didn't know he knew this ni*** slim (what?)
Poppin' them bottles and bottles
She put coke up in her nostrils
So she stay awake, she got work at ten
In your bitch, soak on the mattress
Young Fergy blastin', poke it like a cactus in Arizon'
What the f***? Just came from Paris
I bought me some Palace
Lil' bitch booty African (right)
[?] a police, man, that's tryna reach his quota
I put that bitch in a cuff (right)
And if she on her period (alright)
You know Fergy Fergy gonna put it in that bitch butt (agh)

Broke boy, why you lyin'? Fake diamonds, don't shine (what)
Bad bitch on my mind, hunnid thousand on the time (bitch, yea)
Ridin' 'round with a check, I got water on the neck (yeah)
Rubber bands, I got bands, I'm the man, I'm the man
Your diamonds ain't real, they don't shine (woo, woo)
You lyin' (bling, yeah)
VVS make you blind (ice)
Go blind (woo)
Broke boy, better get your money up (yeah)
Broke boy, better get your money up (fuck boy)
I get that check and I f*** it up
I get that check and I f*** it up (yeah, yeah)