[P. Diddy] Yo hort man, I was with this trick the other night She was like, Hey Diddy um, Diddy why are you so motherfuckin fly? I had to tell the bitch Im just about that paper beotch Everything I do is a world premier I know youre not tryin to front, girl come here I get up early in the mornin, work late at night So when you talk about me you better say it right I get my pimp on, whatever I get on Pop rock rap RB its a hit song I keep it movin no matter what your age Bitches screamin out Puff Daddys on stage Drinkin gnac, cashin checks When Im not makin money Im havin sex International, superstar People wanna know just who you are Im the Lear jet ridin, mansion residin If I throw a party youll be dancin all night and Lets have some fun girl, its okay I work hard, now its time to play [Hook singer] If its bout that money If its about that bullshit If you got that paper, we can roll No time for haters, gotta go When its bout that money Gotta keep it comin Niggas hate us all day long Cause we get our paper on and ohnnnnn [hort] Thats right, hort Dawg in the house [Diddy] Yeah [hort] P. Diddy in the house [Diddy] P, yeah [hort] hort Records, Bad Boy [Diddy] Bad Boy [hort] Yeah, thats right [Female singer repeat 2X] Too hort, Too hort, gotta make that money Twothousand watts, twothousand watts Gotta make that money, Bad Boy, Bad Boy Gotta cash that money gotta make that money money Gotta take, gotta make, gotta cash that money money [Diddy] And we out Nigga this pimp shit!
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