Diamonds & Dollars - Intellectual

[Intro: Pharrell Williams]

Yeah

[Verse 1: Pharrell Williams]

He who is my equal don't make me holler

Titanium credit cards to match my dollars

Van-lin flats and bags by Balenciaga

On the arms of the dames of the planes I charter

We flyin' high to Heathrow

Heartthrob, gettin' mobbed by London people

Us Magazine is chasin' ya, the camera's facin' ya

All to get the face for the cover, bitch

Put on your Millionaires and act like you don't love this shit

Solid gold Blackberries like I'm Richie Rich

Uno shows, pick up my two-door Rolls

The inside tan like California sand

Outside, thousands out and they're like "Wow, you're wildin'"

On the table is five hunnid thousand pilin'

BBC Polo, BBC Casio

ICECREAM skate shoes while I'm at it though

Watch the facets glow, but don't come with

No bullshit like a matado' and try to grab it though

'Cause the gats'll blow, just think

You gon' sink in that casket low, we don't have it, yo

Chanel buckets, bitch, watch me pull down

Watch me walk around like Slick Rick in '85

Feel like 2Pac, the world's got eighty eyes

And they on me, the world is raunchy

Don't get it twisted, cousin, money first, man

I keep them hit biscuits in the oven, come and see me

[Verse 2: Kanye West]

Ayy

Ayy, ayy, ayy, a-ayy

Ayy, ayy, open up your bibles, let's listen to the reverend

I'm two number ones, so together I'm eleven

She a ten, I'm number one, together we eleven

Her girlfriend only a seven, send her to 7-Eleven

She a ten, her friend a seven, that make 'em seventeen

Let me see your ID, only seventeen?

Eesh! That could have fucked up everything

Nike already don't like me, always all in white tee

Dressed like I'm Hypebeast, smilin' through my white teeth

Don't race against the Amerikon dream

Together we like the Kenyan marathon team

Three black rap acts that spit that crack

Never pushed that 'Lac, rather be in somethin' German

Lookin' for a Swedish girl that I could put my sperm in

Preach, my brother, go and start the sermon

All I see is green, call me Erick Sermon

All I spit is thermal, long-sleeved flannel

When I touch the verse, don't touch the channel

Bought the rat a purse, she keep callin' it Chanel

Never hit a girl anal, but I run shit annual

Now that's some dumb shit

I never hit a girl anal, but I run shit, dumb bitch

And I mean that in the nicest sense of the word

Just act like I'm some type of nice sensitive nerd

That don't mean female dogs 'cause I done dogged all females

Except for the ones that's only in it for the retail

CC what you got, she see what we sell

Get married so much, I swear them girls on resale

Watchin' the draft, she got your jersey all ready

She done picked out her crib out in Jersey already

She 'bout to be pregnant by Thursday, y'all ready?

'Gratulations, baby boy, on your new baby boy

[Chorus: Kanye West & Lupe Fiasco]

Diamonds and dollars, diamonds and dollars

(Got my) Diamonds and dollars, diamonds and dollars

[Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco]

I like Diptyque candles and Maharishi sandals and

Dita sunglasses, Purple Murder Service samples

I like False T-shirts Dover Street is off the handle

Such a good designer, Junya Watanabe, god damn you

I like Yohji Yamamoto and a Max Roach solo

Leather Gucci belts and Guilty Brotherhood polos

I like Montblanc pens and Moleskine paper

I like Goyard bags and green Now & Laters

My most coveted thing is a high self-esteem

And a low tolerance for them telling me how to lean

See, the most important parts are the ones that are unseen

The wings don't make you fly and the crown don't make you king

Now, God don't like ugly, ain't too happy 'bout pretty

I am ignorance's enemy so stay out the vicinity of

Yeah, yeah, them niggas over there, it's just

Yeah, yeah, now look at what I wear

Got my-

[Chorus: Kanye West & Lupe Fiasco]

Diamonds and dollars, diamonds and dollars

(Got my) Diamonds and dollars, diamonds and dollars

Diamonds and dollars, diamonds and dollars