Roam in the cold
Diamonds on froze
High to the lows
Came with ah clip and I blow
Bank overload
I'm on the road
Never at home
Straight to this check I'm on go
We never fold under pressure
I hit the bitch with the 4 and I wet ha
Hop on my shit and u know I'm gone let ha
Alla temptation you know I'm gone stretch ha
City to city we countin' up fifty
They never compare but my niggas we stitchy
I pull up, it's roaring, they hear it
This shit from the core ain't no mo superstition
Roam in the cold
Diamonds on froze
High to the lows
Came with ah clip and I blow
Bank overload
I'm on the road
Never at home
Straight to this check I'm on go
Pour me a drank
Count up my checks they came straight from the bank
I can't flex on these niggas these niggas be snakes
Bitches be grimey, that love be so fake
In the 6, wiht my stick, yea they love me like Drake
I'm up Ina Cali they love me like Dre
Fly to the Apple they love me Jay
Know Ima blow give a f*ck what they say
He get hit wit dis stick let it spit Ima spray
Gettin' too hard wit the shits
Back in ha room and we makin' ah flick
You stress bout that ho I be makin' ha strip
Pretty ass nigga out takin' ah pic
These niggas be bitches they making me sick
Ian Neva gone let up I'm toatin' my stick
Them niggas gon' hustle keep selling dem bricks
He talk ona gang bitch we hittin' ah lick
Roam in the cold
Diamonds on froze
High to the lows
Came with ah clip and I blow
Bank overload
I'm on the road
Never at home
Straight to this check I'm on go
Come through baby see how we livin'
I'm vouching for mine bitch I'm takin' that sentence
Forever gone ride til I die wit my niggas
We f*ck up sum shit do the time wit my niggas
I swear on my soul
Never gone fold
I stand like ah soldier I'm always ten toes
I'm back at the station I cop me some shows
You already know
I get him and blow off his nose
You know what I'm on
Quit calling my phone
I been in the zone
Yea, Yea, Yea
Roam in the cold
Diamonds on froze
High to the lows
Came with ah clip and I blow
Bank overload
I'm on the road
Never at home
Straight to this check I'm on go
Meechie1k - Diamond$ Lyrics
Meechie1k - Diamond$ Lyrics
Official
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
Roam in the cold
Diamonds on froze
High to the lows
Came with ah clip and I blow
Bank overload
I'm on the road
Never at home
Straight to this check I'm on go
We never fold under pressure
I hit the bitch with the 4 and I wet ha
Hop on my shit and u know I'm gone let ha
Alla temptation you know I'm gone stretch ha
City to city we countin' up fifty
They never compare but my niggas we stitchy
I pull up, it's roaring, they hear it
This shit from the core ain't no mo superstition
Roam in the cold
Diamonds on froze
High to the lows
Came with ah clip and I blow
Bank overload
I'm on the road
Never at home
Straight to this check I'm on go
Pour me a drank
Count up my checks they came straight from the bank
I can't flex on these niggas these niggas be snakes
Bitches be grimey, that love be so fake
In the 6, wiht my stick, yea they love me like Drake
I'm up Ina Cali they love me like Dre
Fly to the Apple they love me Jay
Know Ima blow give a f*ck what they say
He get hit wit dis stick let it spit Ima spray
Gettin' too hard wit the shits
Back in ha room and we makin' ah flick
You stress bout that ho I be makin' ha strip
Pretty ass nigga out takin' ah pic
These niggas be bitches they making me sick
Ian Neva gone let up I'm toatin' my stick
Them niggas gon' hustle keep selling dem bricks
He talk ona gang bitch we hittin' ah lick
Roam in the cold
Diamonds on froze
High to the lows
Came with ah clip and I blow
Bank overload
I'm on the road
Never at home
Straight to this check I'm on go
Come through baby see how we livin'
I'm vouching for mine bitch I'm takin' that sentence
Forever gone ride til I die wit my niggas
We f*ck up sum shit do the time wit my niggas
I swear on my soul
Never gone fold
I stand like ah soldier I'm always ten toes
I'm back at the station I cop me some shows
You already know
I get him and blow off his nose
You know what I'm on
Quit calling my phone
I been in the zone
Yea, Yea, Yea
Roam in the cold
Diamonds on froze
High to the lows
Came with ah clip and I blow
Bank overload
I'm on the road
Never at home
Straight to this check I'm on go
Diamonds on froze
High to the lows
Came with ah clip and I blow
Bank overload
I'm on the road
Never at home
Straight to this check I'm on go
We never fold under pressure
I hit the bitch with the 4 and I wet ha
Hop on my shit and u know I'm gone let ha
Alla temptation you know I'm gone stretch ha
City to city we countin' up fifty
They never compare but my niggas we stitchy
I pull up, it's roaring, they hear it
This shit from the core ain't no mo superstition
Roam in the cold
Diamonds on froze
High to the lows
Came with ah clip and I blow
Bank overload
I'm on the road
Never at home
Straight to this check I'm on go
Pour me a drank
Count up my checks they came straight from the bank
I can't flex on these niggas these niggas be snakes
Bitches be grimey, that love be so fake
In the 6, wiht my stick, yea they love me like Drake
I'm up Ina Cali they love me like Dre
Fly to the Apple they love me Jay
Know Ima blow give a f*ck what they say
He get hit wit dis stick let it spit Ima spray
Gettin' too hard wit the shits
Back in ha room and we makin' ah flick
You stress bout that ho I be makin' ha strip
Pretty ass nigga out takin' ah pic
These niggas be bitches they making me sick
Ian Neva gone let up I'm toatin' my stick
Them niggas gon' hustle keep selling dem bricks
He talk ona gang bitch we hittin' ah lick
Roam in the cold
Diamonds on froze
High to the lows
Came with ah clip and I blow
Bank overload
I'm on the road
Never at home
Straight to this check I'm on go
Come through baby see how we livin'
I'm vouching for mine bitch I'm takin' that sentence
Forever gone ride til I die wit my niggas
We f*ck up sum shit do the time wit my niggas
I swear on my soul
Never gone fold
I stand like ah soldier I'm always ten toes
I'm back at the station I cop me some shows
You already know
I get him and blow off his nose
You know what I'm on
Quit calling my phone
I been in the zone
Yea, Yea, Yea
Roam in the cold
Diamonds on froze
High to the lows
Came with ah clip and I blow
Bank overload
I'm on the road
Never at home
Straight to this check I'm on go
Writer: Demetrius Rebb Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid