[Hook: Diddy] You could go to any hood, bet they know me Rose gold pinky ring; matchin' Rollie Boy, you'se a little nigga; Gary Coleman I be calling all the shots, I'm big homie Big homie, big homie, big homie, big homie Boy, you'se a little nigga; Gary Coleman I be calling all the shots, I'm big homie
[Verse 1: Diddy] I'm winnin' for the new bitch, she was stunting That pussy got a paper tag and it's a hundred My bellman call me Sir Combs, I'm Richard Drummond My Rolls Royce spray cologne, the fragrance money It's Bad Boy Records, bitch, you know I run it Ciroc Amaretto coming, them bitches love it I show up with my jewelry on and never doubt it You show up with your jewelry on and leave without it
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[Verse 2: Diddy] Diddy go to any hood, big Rollie Top down on any block, niggas know me The only one that's topping Forbes, I'm gettin' lonely See us out here racing yachts like ''fuck the police'' Bugatti swerving lane to lane, we getting money Once promoter say my name, fly bitches coming These ratchet bitches love a nigga so cough your chick in More 80's than the 80's, nigga, I'm money Mitchin I'm money Mitchin
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[Verse 3: Rick Ross] My bitches get the Christians, nigga, and Giuseppe My bitches get the Berkin, nigga, they hold the weapons My bitches get the Range Rovers, that's for affection My bitches get the realest nigga, she's my reflection I make my bitches traffic dope, that's my profession She swallow dope and looking pregnant, time for c-section They count your pockets where I'm from, hit block, they bless us 50 mill a meter drum, go get them stretchers Get them stretchers