More champagne please, more sour by the oz
More bad b**hes, you better let through
This the party of the year, I've been telling you shake down
Money spenders, vintage low sweaters,
Brooklyn n***as, well known go getters
Good wine and Louie luggage
Corporate times loving how the mafia thug it I mean
Reporting live from the hood ... no opera money
But guess what I'm hood rich believe that
Shot town, f** what you got a lot now
I'm the skipper so I'm f**ing on the yacht ah
I'm k**ing them since 02, said I work down town, call it ...
...of my city and hell yeah I be the go too
Boss up on these hoes like I'm supposed to
Ah, me and Diddy, world wide touring
And y'all know I'm a designer foreign
If the haters wanna hate, let the haters hate
But if they wanna get some money tell them haters wait
Ball hard like D rose, you busters start paying for them free hoes
f**ing the game up, too much bacon and soda
f**ing the cane up
Make a n***a wanna go jump my chain...
I take that b**h, in the streets I'm getting money do backflips while I
I'm just living in Miami like 4,5,6 my kind of dice
f**ing them hoes, they come back like cook coke
That's my west coast b**h, she got good throw
Ah, I feel like I got wings on
On my hottest b**hes, they got me on they ringtoneq