Lyrics

Lyrics
It wasn’t because the King of Diamonds I laid it on the table
It was because your attitude was offensive and I got defensive
I flipped you off in the corner, you seemed so shady
I had your friends as my disciples, Baby…and it drove you crazy

And with the cash flow rollin’
All my homies were blazin’
Not a soul complaining when we all went crazy

I was strippin’ on the table and rubbin’ on some lady
And you were trippin’ on me all night I was hagin’ and my songs were playin’
I bet you never once believed it, I would be famous
And I’d have bitches and cream all night for the flavor, when God found me favor

And with the cash flow rollin’
All my homies were blazin’
Not a soul complaining when we all went crazy

It wasn’t because the King of Diamonds I laid it on the table