Bad boy
 Queen Bee
 c'mon  c'mon

 Verse One: Kim
 If I could make it rain
 I'd make it rain diamonds
 So all the girls in the world
 could keep shrinining
 From princess cuts to emeralds to H classes
 Yeah  I failed math  but bet I passed the E class
 Went from Chanel number 5 to two point five
 The male rol's a resident  every rooms a president
 With the live in waiters  betcha haters can't match that
 You're six digits short to catch that
 Your're net year gross it 20 thow on commission
 My net week gross 100 mil in addition to to the Dow Jones,
 Stocks, restaurants out in Rome
 Plus all the over head
 and the interest on those loans

 Chorus:
 I want diamonds
 (She said she wants a man- to buy her a Lexuz Land)
 But that's all right for her
 But still it ain't enough for me
 I want diamonds
 She said she wants a guy
 To do it to her every night
 That's all right for her
 But you gotta go down on me

 Verse Two: Kim
 I had bitches rockin the red, yellow and blue wigs
 Cats in they raps tryin to act like Big
 Remember when Big told y'all
 Get Money
 Remember when Big said play them niggas like dummies
 Check it
 If I could separate all the game from the glory
 I'd rather be with Frank, but that's a different story
 Cause now a days niggas ain't sayin shit (word)
 Runnin off at the lips about what they gonna get
 And what they had in '86
 I puts them on the spot
 Pull out the lab top
 With the receipt for the yacht
 What you got?
 Niggas be mute all of a sudden
 What, I pushed a button?
 Shit, that ain't nothin'

 Bridge:
 I don't care if he's young or old
 Just make him very rich
 I just want someone that can spend dough
 I want diamonds
 Yes I do
 And a house that's made of gold
 There's only one thing better than money
 Come into my bedroom honey

 Verse Three: Kim
 So we can have a drink or two
 Cosmos, if you ghetto this Buds for you
 Here's a few
 So he can be nice
 When I show him this ice
 On my chest
 That I bought with his American Express
 I'm a mess, never-the-less
 I'm authentic
 Ninety-nine percent B-K
 One percent N-J
 Excuse me
 Cause what I'm tryin to say
 Is if you ain't thorogh
 Stay out my borough
 Cause when my gun burn, it's loud like Pairos
 And when it's your turn, you fold like Gyros
 And ya'll buy your suits in portions
 I get mine's from an auction
 Million dollar dress that belongs to the princess
 While ya'll shopping at Saks
 I been there, done that
 Copt the sweater and the hat

 Chorus
 Bridge
 (with adlibs