[Chorus: Puff Daddy]
You could go to any hood, bet they know me,
Rose gold pinky ring, matchin' Rollie,
Boy, you's a little nigga, Gary Coleman.
I be callin' all the shots, I'm big homie,
Big homie, big homie, big homie, big homie.
Boy, you's a little nigga, Gary Coleman.
I be callin' all the shots, I'm big homie.
[Verse 1: Puff Daddy]
I'm winnin' for the new bitch, she was stuntin',
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,
Cîroc Amaretto comin', 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.
[Chorus: Puff Daddy]
You could go to any hood, bet they know me,
Rose gold pinky ring, matchin' Rollie,
Boy, you's a little nigga, Gary Coleman.
I be callin' all the shots, I'm big homie,
Big homie, big homie, big homie, big homie.
Boy, you's a little nigga, Gary Coleman.
I be callin' all the shots, I'm big homie.
[Verse 2: Puff Daddy]
Diddy go to any hood, big Rollie,
Top down on any block, niggas know me,
The only one that's toppin' Forbes, I'm gettin' lonely,
See us out here racin' yachts like, “Fuck the police!”
Bugatti swervin' lane to lane, we gettin' money,
Once promoter say my name, fly bitches comin',
These ratchet bitches love a nigga, so cuff your chick in,
More 80's than the 80's, nigga, I'm money Mitchin'
I'm money Mitchin'.
[Chorus: Puff Daddy]
You could go to any hood, bet they know me,
Rose gold pinky ring, matchin' Rollie,
Boy, you's a little nigga, Gary Coleman.
I be callin' all the shots, I'm big homie,
Big homie, big homie, big homie, big homie.
Boy, you's a little nigga, Gary Coleman.
I be callin' all the shots, I'm big homie.
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
My bitches get the Christians, nigga, and Giuseppe,
My bitches get the Birkin, 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 lookin' pregnant, time for c-section,
They count your pockets where I'm from, hit block, they bless us,
50 millimeter drum, go get them stretchers,
Get them stretchers.
[Chorus: Puff Daddy]
You could go to any hood, bet they know me,
Rose gold pinky ring, matchin' Rollie,
Boy, you's a little nigga, Gary Coleman.
I be callin' all the shots, I'm big homie,
Big homie, big homie, big homie, big homie.
Boy, you's a little nigga, Gary Coleman.
I be callin' all the shots, I'm big homie.