Diddy - Big Homie lyrics

You could go to any hood, bet they know me Rose gold pinky ring, master Rollie Boy, you'se a little n***a, Gary Coleman I be calling all the shots, big homie Big homie, big homie, big homie, big homie Boy, you'se a little n***a, Gary Coleman I be calling all the shots, big homie I'm winnin' for the new b**h, she was stunting That p**y 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 Boys Records, b**h, you know I run it Ciroc Amaretto coming, them b**hes love it I show up with my j**elry on and never doubt it You show up with your j**elry on and leave without it I could go to any hood, bet they know me Rose gold pinky ring, master Rollie Boy, you'se a little n***a, Gary Coleman I be calling all the shots, big homie Big homie, big homie, big homie, big homie Boy, you'se a little n***a, Gary Coleman I be calling all the shots, big homie, big homie Diddy go to any hood, big Rollie Top down on any block, n***as know me The only one that's topping Forbes, I'm gettin' lonely See us out here racing yachts like 'f** the police' Bugatti swerving lane to lane, we gettin' money Once promoters say my name, fly b**hes coming These ratchet b**hes love a n***a so cuff your chick in More 80's than the 80's, n***a, I'm money mention, I'm money mention You could go to any hood, bet they know me Rose gold pinky ring, master Rollie Boy, you'se a little n***a, Gary Coleman I be calling all the shots, big homie Big homie, big homie, big homie, big homie Boy, you'se a little n***a, Gary Coleman I be calling all the shots, big homie My b**hes get the Christians, n***a, and Giuseppe My b**hes get the Berkin, n***a, they hold the weapons My b**hes get the Range Rovers, that's for affection My b**hes get the realest n***a, she's my reflection I make my b**hes traffic dope, that's my profession She swallow dope and looking pregnant, time for c-section Thank God your pockets where I'm from, here block, they bless us 50 millimeter drum, go get them stretchers, get them stretchers You could go to any hood, bet they know me Rose gold pinky ring, master Rollie Boy, you'se a little n***a, Gary Coleman I be calling all the shots, big homie Big homie, big homie, big homie, big homie Boy, you'se a little n***a, Gary Coleman I be calling all the shots, big homie, big homie I be calling all the shots, big homie, big homie (Ha!)