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[Verse 1: Diddy] You niggas paranoid, I party, getting money I know I'm the shit, my janitor be getting money I got a skyscraper, it's a hell of a view Got me closer to God, angel wings on my coupe Pray for me; damn, I grind every day for it If you see me riding in it, it means I paid for it Bugatti Boy, one point eight four I got money, baby - I could order eight more Fuck the Forbes list; let's tell the truth, I ate more I got a billion, baby - time to get me eight more Twelve bedrooms, time to get me eight more Stack all the cases of Ciroc up on the eighth floor [Hook: Rick Ross and (Diddy)] Got a hundred mil' (It's time to get another one) How this Bugatti feel? (I may need me another one) Five bad bitches (Just got me another one) P. Diddy run the city (Never be another one) Five mil' cash (And I need another one) Letras de cancionesRocking a different Rollie (No, it's not the other one) Second to none at getting money (Nigga, number one) Real niggas run the city (Never be another one) [Verse 2: Diddy] These haters speculate They always watching mine She know what time it is Just like my watch line My clothes line The cologne, bitch I know you smell this money, sitting on this throne, bitch I'm strong, bitch I own shit Gave myself a ten-digit bonus I'm the money man Money never financed Come get this money, baby With your fine ass If your nigga broke, it's time to get another one If your bitch is tripping, time to get another one I'm Puff Daddy, bitch - there'll never be another one Bugatti Boys forever one [Hook] [Verse 3: Rick Ross] I'm feeling the money I'm loving the paper Nigga hating the hood Took his ho to Jamaica If I let down the top Let the breeze in my beard V.I.P. is the spot They playing musical chairs My Colombian the man, all the beam-me-up shorty Got that money in the bag that can hold a fucking body in One point five for this brand new black Bugatti Jewels like I'm Slick Rick, Bally shoes, la di da di Feeling myself; bitch, you do the same Fuck what I spend at the bar, you should see how I came My bitch had a vest, with one foot in the trap If I bust at your chest, I bet that's a wrap [Hook] From Letras Mania