Lyrics to Yella Diamonds by Rick Ross

[Hook: x2]
My dope be shinin' like it's yella diamonds
My dope be shinin' like it's yella diamonds
Nineteen for the whole thang
Walk up out the trap n-gga it's bling bling

[Verse 1:]
I'm back to trappin' like I'm 'posed to, n-gga
Them crackers wanna see me on a wanted poster, n-gga
Chasing my money like I'm Oprah, n-gga
From Dade County now mansions and Boca, n-gga
Now bring that drama that you spokin', n-gga
Ain't no water drippin' out this super soaker, n-gga
Go cash a check just like a dolphin, n-gga
Chopper city all up out your office, n-gga
Study your plays in my office, n-gga
A pound of haze'll make a gangsta off a n-gga
You wanna live make an offer n-gga
Club LIV is your coffin n-gga

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
I'm whippin' cake up like I'm Jacob, n-gga
Hundred eighty for the bracelet and they hate it, n-gga
I had to have 'em custom make it, n-gga
You have to dumb it down before you take it, n-gga
You know we roll up like Jamaican n-ggas
No marijuana, talkin bout killin' these hatin' n-ggas
The time is now f-ck all the waiting, n-gga
I can't hold back all these Haitian n-ggas
You know they talkin home invasion, n-gga
Seeing your daughter scream can be very persuasive, n-gga
First question, where the safe at n-gga?
All in your woman face f-ck up her makeup n-gga

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
I'm watching me a kilo break up, n-gga
Snort a line of this I bet you wake up, n-gga
Dead presidents all on my body, n-gga
For dinero, ocho cinco, catch me a body n-gga
Teflon Don, John Gotti n-gga
God forgives and I don't, my chopper hit the lotto n-gga
Keepin' it real my chopper chopped a lot of n-ggas
I pay my dues, dudes get ya done
I pay my fool, here come that murder one
I think it's time you n-ggas recognize
Work fifty million so f-ck the other side
My n-gga you know your chopper's cold
On the other hand my chopper's old
All the little head busters swingin' now
And I buy 'em all cars off of my yella diamonds