DIAMONDS lyrics

[Intro]
Oh, you found a pocket?
Oh, I've got a locket
And if I could just show you this docket
Then, we could go
We could get a profit
(AP, CashMoneyAP)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus - Doja Cat]
All my diamonds look like p*ss (Yeah, yo)
You want that, so I want this (Yeah, yo)
Call the paps and get a pic, I keep passin' on your b*tch (Yeah, yo)
She want diamonds just like this
All my diamonds look like p*ss (Yeah, yo)
All my diamonds look like p*ss

[Verse 1 - Doja Cat]
All your boys look like the Backstreets
I just hit The Row, look like Mary-Kate and Ashley
He don't like no bats, but he bussin' on my back piecе
Muscle in my clique, n*gga, you ain't pushing past me (Yеah, yeah)
All I see is long lines, money love me long time
All we got is face cards, you could put that on mine
'Fit look like sh*t, n*gga, wouldn't put that online
Bit how I dress, but you never got that co-sign
[Verse 2 - Nicki Minaj]
St-st-step up in the party like my name was "That b*tch" (Yeah, yo)
All these haters mad because I'm so established (All my, yeah, yo)
They know I'm a beast, yeah, I'm a f*ckin' savage (Call the paps and get a pic, I keep passin' on your b*tch)
Haters, you could kill yourself (She want diamonds just like this)
(All my diamonds look like p*ss)
(All my diamonds look like p*ss)

[Verse 3 - Doechii]
Solo, no mojo
I bounce back, no pogo
Unhappy, no homo
New brands, no logos
Money on my jugular, natural hustler
Think I need a smuggler up in Russia
You could be my butler, shine my cutla'
Shout out to Oyenda, that's the guzzler
Okay, next thing, my life is a wet dream
I call it a sex scene, the back is a nice tease
I tried to escape, my life is a X-rate
I'm sorry, a sex tape, you only get one take

Quiet on the set, please
Rolling "Anxiety"
In three, two, one
[Chorus - Doja Cat]
All my diamonds look like p*ss (Yeah, yo)
You want that, so I want this (Yeah, yo)
Call the paps and get a pic, I keep passin' on your b*tch (Yeah, yo)
She want diamonds just like this
All my diamonds look like p*ss (Yeah, yo)
All my diamonds look like p*ss

[Outro - Jacob Webster]
Don't nothing come to sleep on your dream
So, as much as you sleep and you get depressed and you stand around and
Just mope around about that sh*t
Cut that sh*t out, go after your dreams, you got this rap sh*t
You got this acting sh*t, you got all this sh*t in the bag, man
I believe in you
So, call me back, peace