Lorde ft. Rick Ross, Wale – Royals (Remix) Ringtone
I’ve never seen a diamond in the flesh
I caught my teeth on wedding rings in the movies
And I’m not proud of my address,
In a torn up town no post code envy.
But every song’s like gold teeth, grey goose stripping in the bathroom
Blood stains, ball gowns, trashing the hotel room
We don’t care, we’re driving Cadillacs in pur dreams
But everybody’s like Cristal, Maybachs, diamonds on your timepeace,
Jet planes, islands, tigers on a gold leash
We don’t care, we’re not caught up in a love affair!
And we’ll never be royals (royals)
It don’t run in our blood
That kind of luck just ain’t for us
We claim a different kind of buzz!
Let me be your ruler (ruler)
You can call me queen bee!
And baby I’ll rule, I’ll rule
Let me live that that fantasy!
Silver Rolls Royce, cigarette smoke’s in it
New fur rug, now my dirty boots in ‘em
Flowing in the parking lot, like we’re rolling in the college
Mean as a dean, triple beam, real polish
She wanna watch Scandal, I wanna count a handful
Dead presidents sleeping in the attic of a mansion!
All I heard was murder, think the house’s haunted
Super Bowl tickets they bitches and Fed chargers
Label the racketeer, John Gresham with a pen
Top three writer but number one at your event, ha
Mastermind unfolds like a true crime
Double M, gold mind for the whole time!
My friends and I, we’ve cracked the code!
I said, hear out, we’re out, bring her back, can’t rewind
Back where I’m from, they move shack from the line
As D-why, bricks, moving D-why, bricks
No peace sign, they peace out, they precise the shit!
Fresh up out the G5
Givenchy three times
Life is a bitch, well, my dick is a big yacht
All aboard, all aboard!
Like life is a beach, all these people they flip-flop!
When I smack the dwag shit out
Told the niggas I ain’t kidding, this is the Sean…
Nigga, step out, I see you niggas bitch out
These city bros .. I get these bitches sit down!
What now? What now?
You know what? I think you’re irritating
Like we didn’t come out in this motherfucking through the basement
Like we ain’t blowing like we’re … in Jamaica
Be Asian way, a hundred cases, baby …
Everything is foreign, we’re of course a lot of fornication
Different cloth, nigga, and nothing fabricated
A lot of thoughts like a fucking scatter brain thinker
My hoe… importing the Panamera
It’s crazy, and this black and white just like a…
Uh, shut out Waco and dot
I use your baby mother scrunchy to rap a …
I never was a bad man, bad man
Turn on the AK turn it out!
We brought it off and we now play
Until the…
You never was a man shooter, shooter
Came to the Magazeen
And yellow team … leave the scene (yellow team)
Your brother run and your mother scream
I wanna leave no witness, (witness)
Body at the wall, please! (Dead bodies)
Take shot in your face (in ya face)…
Until them… test me, test me
I want them where I want
Na, na, na, me gonna sing like a player!
Believe me!