From the recording Pressure
Written by Jonathon Brannon, Leticia Banks and Marcus Tate
Vocals by Leticia Banks and Marcus Tate
Lyrics
Yeah
Ohhh
Pressure makes diamonds
When you’re feelin’ all the weight
Leave ’em blindin’, leave ’em blindin’
(Oh) pressure makes diamonds
When you’re steppin’ on the scene
They hear the sirens, hear the sirens
Oh, pressure makes diamonds
Oh, pressure makes diamonds
Walk in heavy, make the whole room shift
I don’t chase a damn thing, I attract that shit
Talk numbers with me, better add that quick
I got weight in the game, ain’t no tag on this
Pretty with the pressure, but the pen get mean
Whole lotta woman when I step on the scene
They can copy the look, can't duplicate presence
I don't need your approval, baby, check my credentials
I been built for the heat, I don't bend, I refine
Every L put a little more ice in the shine
If it came too easy, I don't want that prize
Put the weight on my shoulders, watch the value rise
Pressure on ten, still cool in the face
Money talk fluent, I don't translate
They want my spot? Better come with a plan
'Cause wanting what I got don't make you who I am
Pressure makes diamonds
When you’re feelin’ all the weight
Leave ’em blindin’, leave ’em blindin’
(Oh) pressure makes diamonds
When you’re steppin’ on the scene
They hear the sirens, hear the sirens
Oh, pressure makes diamonds
Oh, pressure makes diamonds
Look
Cut from a stone they couldn't crack with a hammer
Camera flash every time that I enter
Carats in the language, clarity in the grammar
They throwing little shade, I turn shade into glamour
Big figure energy, check how it move
I ain't gotta yell when I walk in the room
Bassline thick and the bankroll too
If the shoe don't fit, bitch, don't force my shoe
She makes pressure look pretty, make heavy look light
Make a bad day pay her by the end of the night
Got a mouth full of bars and a head full of business
If it ain't 'bout growth, she don't need to be in it
No panic in her, that's expensive composure
They get close to the flame, then complain when it's over
She's built like the bass, when it drops, you notice
THICKMONEY, baby
Now you know who the GOAT is
Pressure makes diamonds
When you’re feelin’ all the weight
Leave ’em blindin’, leave ’em blindin’
(Oh) pressure makes diamonds
When you’re steppin’ on the scene
They hear the sirens, hear the sirens
Oh, pressure makes diamonds
Oh, pressure makes diamonds
Nah, I don't break, I get better with stress
Put a foot on the gas and a heel on they neck
Every scar got value, every loss got interest
I don't fold under pressure
I collect on the debt
No gimmick in the name, let the record explain it
When the room gets heavy, I'm the one that can take it
You can keep all the talk, I got proof when I say it
Pressure made the diamond
THICKMONEY came to claim it.
Pressure makes diamonds
When you’re feelin’ all the weight
Leave ’em blindin’, leave ’em blindin’
(Shine!)
(Oh) pressure makes diamonds
When you’re steppin’ on the scene
They hear the sirens, hear the sirens
Oh, pressure makes diamonds
Oh, pressure makes diamonds
