We could keep the peace, ‘til the final papers.
See you smilin’ with your lawyers
and our marriage in the crapper.
I could live my life in this courtroom drama
or could get lost in my gemstones forever.
Every dollar spent on them, all this jewelry I treasure.

You can take my bank accounts,
you can have my furniture
and my clothes too, baby.
But I will not give up my bling.
‘Cause even once I’m free of you,
that tiny gleam will always do.
You can sue me, baby,
but I will not give up my bling.

Starin’ into them, watchin’ diamonds shinin’,
and I’m wonderin’ what you’re sayin’,
wonderin’ if it’s that important.
Then I put them on and thank God for these treasures.
I can stay away from you
‘cause they’ll bring me more pleasure. Forever and ever.

You can take my dog away,
you can have my DVD’s
and the house too, baby.
But I will not give up my bling.
‘Cause even once I’m free of you,
that tiny gleam will always do.
You can sue me, baby,
but I will not give up my bling.

You won’t get a single gem.
You will not get any rings.
Despite what our prenup says, you’re not getting all my things.
I just gotta keep ‘em close.
This is unAmerican.
And when I’m gone, you can rip them out of my cold dead hands.
Yeah. (Yeah.) Yeah. (Yeah.) Yeah!

You can take my SUV,
you can have my PS3
and my best friend, baby.
But I will not give up my bling.
‘Cause even once I’m free of you,
that tiny gleam will always do.
You can sue me, baby,
but I will not give up my bling.

You can take my baseball cards,
you can have my Maxim mags
and my CD’s, baby.
But I will not give up my bling.
‘Cause even once I’m free of you,
that tiny gleam will always do.
You can sue me, baby,
but I will not give up my bling.

You can take my football tapes,
you can have my guitar, too, yeah.
But I will not give up my bling.