Diamonds Dancing
Drake & Future Lyrics


I'm able to, uh
A stage in my life where
Where I feel like I can conquer anything and everything
(Metro Boomin' want some more, nigga)

Sippin' on Dom Pérignon for no reason
Poppin' tags, upper echelon for no reason
Seen this bad little jawn, she was perfect
I'll let her push the foreign right now if she worth it
Ballin' in the middle of the club, no jersey
I don't want no liquor 'cause I been drinkin' that dirty
Bring that Ace, bought a case, my niggas with me
Bring some ice for my cup, my drink with me

Diamond, diamond, diamond, diamonds on me dancin'
Diamond, diamond, diamond, diamonds on me dancin'
Diamond, diamond, diamond, diamonds on me dancin'
Diamond, diamond, diamond, diamonds on me dancin'

And you know what I need from you when I get home
You better not be on the phone
Talkin' up a storm like you usually do
Talkin' to your friends like you usually do
Tellin' them I never spend time with you
It's hard to find a time, we been

Sippin' on Dom Pérignon for no reason
Poppin' tags, upper echelon for no reason
Seen this bad little jawn, she was perfect
I'll let her push the foreign right now if she worth it
Ballin' in the middle of the club, no jersey
I don't want no liquor 'cause I been drinkin' that dirty
Bring that Ace, bought a case, my niggas with me
Bring some ice for my cup, my drink with me

Diamond, diamond, diamond, diamonds on me dancin'
Diamond, diamond, diamond, diamonds on me dancin'
Diamond, diamond, diamond, diamonds on me dancin'
Diamond, diamond, diamond, diamonds on me dancin'

I'm familiar with this cash flow
And if you juggin', you can vouch for me
I did it my way, you could vouch for me
I put the cocaine in the powder in the couch, homie
Whenever I step outside the house I keep that glocky on me
Bad bitches wanna come by, the paparazzi on me
I got so many bad bitches that I barely want her
I'm barely payin' attention, baby, I need substance
I know you spend some time puttin' on your makeup and your outfit, but

Diamond, diamond, diamond, diamonds on me dancin'
Diamond, diamond, diamond, diamonds on me dancin'
Diamond, diamond, diamond, diamonds on me dancin'
Diamond, diamond, diamond, diamonds on me dancin'

You doin' me dirty (dirty, dirty)
You doin' me dirty
Doin' me dirty
You doin' me dirty
You know (yeah, dirty, dirty)
How we let it get like this? I don't know (yeah)
But that nigga can't save your soul (nah)
You doin' me dirty, you doin' me dirty
Haven't even heard from you (yeah)
How can you live with yourself?
I haven't even heard from you
How can you live with yourself? (Uh)
Ungrateful, ungrateful (hmm)
Your mama be ashamed of you
I haven't even heard from you, not a single word from you
Ungrateful (hah)
I'm too good for you, too good for you (yeah)
You should go back to a perfect match for you, unstable (hah)
Doin' me dirty (dirty, dirty)
You're makin' me nervous
I haven't even heard from you
You look drained, you look exhausted
Girl, them late nights ain't good for you
Really startin' to show on you
Don't hit me up when it's good for you
Ungrateful

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Adam Feeny, Allen Ritter, Aubrey Graham, Joshua Howard Luellen, Nayvadius Wilburn

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Backstory Behind Drake and Future's "Diamonds Dancing"

Yet again, it was another late, sleepless night in Atlanta. The studio was packed, yet intimate all at the same time. Warm amber lights washed over exotic leather furniture, creating a dimly lit sonic oasis. A sweet aroma of weed smoke clouded the air, while vanilla scented candles were strategically placed around the room. The mood developed into a haze of relaxation. As engineers and producers methodically worked the mixing boards, Future and the rest of his entourage nodded along to a rough take of a track that would later be called "Diamonds Dancing." Many individuals in the studio danced along while producers ran the track back, but there stood Drake in a dark corner, dissecting every piece of "Diamonds Dancing" with surgical precision. The track stopped playing, and Drake stepped from the shadows. He didn't speak much, but when he did, people listened.

"I'm going back in the booth, play that outro back."

Puzzled, the engineer began playing the outro instrumental back, not questioning Drake's demands. The room fell quiet as people began to observe. As the outro began to play, Drake put on a pair of monitor headphones, rubbed his beard and began to take a drink of a dark, murky substance. Closing his eyes, Drake began to flow freely.

"You doin' me dirty, you know. How we let it get like this I don't know. But that nigga can't save your soul, nah." Producers and entourage members in the studio began to look around the room to see if others were witnessing what was happening. Drake continued crooning into the microphone, while the mood became even darker in the studio.

"Doing me dirty, you doing me dirty. Haven't even heard from you. How can you live with yourself? Haven't even heard from you. How can you live with yourself? Ungrateful, ungrateful." The Engineer looked over to Future with concern. The engineer whispered, "should we stop him?" Future then put up one finger, as to silence the engineer while shaking his head, not taking his eyes off of Drake.

"Your momma be ashamed of you. I haven't even heard from you, not a single word from you, Ungrateful. I'm too good for you, too good for you. You should go back to him, perfect match for you, unstable." Candles in the studio began to flicker and die out, one by one, as if a spirit swept throughout the room.

"Doing me dirty. You're making me nervous. I haven't even heard from you. You look drained, you look exhausted, girl them late nights ain't good for you. Really starting to show on you. Don't hit me up when it's good for you. Ungrateful." By now, everyone had stopped what they were doing, all attention was focused on the darkened silhouette in the recording booth. Finishing up his final thoughts, Drake hung up the headphones, took another sip of muddy water, and crept out of the recording booth.

As he came back into the studio, all eyes followed his every movement. Drake retreated back to his shadowed corner, where he leaned against the wall with his fingers interlocked and pressed against his lips, as if in deep thought. The silence of the room created an uneasy tension. The uneasiness built more and more, as studio members waited for him to speak. Finally, he broke the silence.

“Play it back.”



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Eagle

Drake & Future - What A Time To Be Alive (Full Album Link): https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLgDyF1DjkGk2ZyQZQNXKEGUXvcq5Agw7U

beehive

Lmaoooooooo 😂😂😂😂

Marco Ahola

Miss alysia Rae mendoza

Marco Ahola

Reminds me of wife Alyssa r. Ahold my everythang

Vlo Cash

@D Goteem were at cuz none have a old date

Dylan Dunham

The truth

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Cloud Gaming

Man been trying to hear this song for like elevummmm years 😭

Jete McDonald

Lol

Chaosguru

U have to be stoned to hear the lyrics

Kyraaa Capone

Fr tho

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