2 Chainz, Lil Wayne & 21 Savage – Big Diamonds Lyrics

Big Diamonds

2 Chainz, Lil Wayne & 21 Savage

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"Big Diamonds." - 2 Chainz, Lil Wayne & 21 Savage

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 04:32 pm

Album: Welcome 2 Collegrove

Track No: 03

Big diamonds, big dog, big shinin'
Hit him all in the stomach, fucked up his linin'
Could've caught him at that Wendy's, it was bad timin' (21)
Do a **** mob style, hit him while he dinin'
Told your fuckin' ass, "I'll be back"
Now them **** goin' crazy tryna sign me back
Like some play, say Young Money ****, for sure
Camped out in front your house, we just lit up some S'mores
Now these **** want bars, Butterfingers, Snickers and Mars
Seven days a week, bet a **** armed, yeah, Fresh, we done, done it, did it without stuntin'
Countin' money, need a calculator, the crib, got a elevator, you not a skater
We got you on the floor, paint your ass red, turn this bitch into a art show
Now on the left side, we got the brand new Benz and on the inside, got brand new MAC-10s
And in the middle of the night, ****'ll find you
Me and 2 Chainz, bitch, we the new Big Tymers
Manny Fresh on the beat, he a true Big Tymer, yeah
Foreign cars, foreign broads
Hoes with no bras, neighborhood like big draws
I'm a GOAT, what you know? What's the score?
You hurtin'? I'll front you ten kilos
I like women that like women, that like grinnin', that like swimmin'
That's light skinnded or dark skinnded, they skinny dippin' and penny pitchin'
Your pussy pimpin' or pussy poppin'
I want it, ****, I'm on a mission, I gotta get it
'Cause me and Tune like fuckin' siblings, you fuckin' gimmick
You fuckin' with us, you get whacked
Your wig cracked, a big sacks, I shot ball, I pitched crack
I did that, I'm raw, ****, no Zig Zag
My bitch bad, her bitch bad
You funny ****, a Sinbad
I sit back, I get back, I baow-baow, I click-clack
Big diamonds, big dog, big shinin'
Hit him all in the stomach, fucked up his linin'
Could've caught him at that Wendy's, it was bad timin' (21)
Do a **** mob style, hit him while he dinin' (21)
Marble floors, I got bulletproof doors (21)
Rappin' out the head like I'm Wayne, like I'm HOV (Facts)
Grew up round them cutthroats, I be on my toes
Old killer from my hood, stopped that clean, 'cause he throwed (21)
She wanna fuck a young gangster, I know (Facts)
Real deal player, I ain't never kiss and told (21)
You know I'm in a rush, baby, come up out that robe
I pull up, she wet already, she been playin' with her rose (Gahdamn)
Damn, she done squirted on my clothes (21)
If we in the party, then we came for the hoes (21)
Open the dispensary, I got free smoke (21)
Fuck a top spot, ****, I came for the GOAT, pussy, pussy
I'm a dog, German Shepard, Great Dane (Yeah)
He got money, but his ass still a lame (Yeah)
On the pole shake that ass, do your thang
She from the Southside, down the street from Flaka Flame (On God)
Stick left from So So Def, but I don't know Jermaine (21)
How your watch a million dollars and it look plain? (21)
I'm worth eight figures, so I really can't complain (On God)
I tried to play your album, every song sound the same
Big diamonds, big dog, big shinin'
Hit him all in the stomach, fucked up his linin'
Could've caught him at that Wendy's, it was bad timin' (21)
Do a **** mob style, hit him while he dinin' (21)

Writer(s): Tauheed Epps, Lil Wayne, Byron Thomas, Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph & Bryan Williams.

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