Lunch Money - Big Homie lyrics

[Produced by Ben Billions, Lunch Money, and Lu Diaz] [Intro: French Montanna] Don't be afraid to get old, man You may learn some sh** You may know some sh** You may see some sh** Haha b**h showed me how it's old I had to tell her [Hook: Diddy] You could go to any hood, bet they know me Rose gold pinky ring; matchin' Rollie Boy, you'se a little n***a; Gary Coleman I be calling all the shots, I'm 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, I'm big homie [Verse 1: Diddy] 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 Boy 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 [Hook] [Verse 2: Diddy] 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 getting money Once promoter say my name, fly b**hes coming These ratchet b**hes love a n***a so cough your chick in More 80's than the 80's, n***a, I'm money Mitchin I'm money Mitchin [Hook] [Verse 3: Rick Ross] My b**hes get the Christians, n***a, and Giuseppe My b**hes get the Birkin, 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 They count your pockets where I'm from, hit block, they bless us 50 mill a meter drum, go get them stretchers Get them stretchers [Hook] [Outro: French Montanna (Diddy)] Big Homie Big Homie Big Homie Big Homie (I'll be calling all the shots, I'm big homie) Hannn