Maino - Sean Combs lyrics

[Intro] Getting it in, My Zone Walk into the bank like it’s my home Trapping like a b*tch I got two phones All this money in my pocket feel like Sean Combs Sean Combs, Sean Combs Counting all this dirty money feel like Sean Combs Trapping like a b*tch I got two phones All this money in my pocket feel like Sean Combs I’m trying to flex, in the club we trying to flex My n*ggas next, b*tch n*gga my n*ggas next Cut that check, we can talk if you can cut that check Show me respect, all I want is my damn respect b*tch I’m balling, f*ck is you saying Getting money’s number one So we ain’t tripping off you hating Hit the mall, b*tch we cashing out Drink until we pa**ing out Wake up then do it again, now I’m in your b*tch mouth Go, man you n*ggas getting no paper If your girl eye balling, best believe a n*gga will take her You can have her back I don’t date her I don’t own a cape, I don’t save her And I guess we on top, cause all my old hoes is haters Boy you f*cking with my team, You get jumped like a hurdle Plus it’s not suspenders on but two straps, Steve Urkel Promise Bone gone too feed his n*ggas Cause my n*ggas riding with me So they getting money with me Do all numbers, expect fifty Getting it in, My Zone Walk into the bank like it’s my home Trapping like a b*tch I got two phones All this money in my pocket feel like Sean Combs Sean Combs, Sean Combs Counting all this dirty money feel like Sean Combs Trapping like a b*tch I got two phones All this money in my pocket feel like Sean Combs You n*ggas mad, n*ggas mad cause we in this b*tch No stopping now, counting money we getting rich You can hang that up, n*ggas pissed ain’t doing sh** Don’t look at me, I can’t help you with your b*tch Work, and now we getting paid We was grinding but we couldn’t make, But now we got it made We hot n*gga, no shade We shining out, no cave My old hoes trying to bug me, but b*tch I got that raid Quench her thirst, gatorade And we don’t need your help We did this on our own n*gga Couldn’t wait on no one else These n*ggas looking for hand outs You can get that somewhere else So S.M.G. to the d**h of me, can’t f*ck with no one else And we made it too the top And ain’t no way we coming down All them hoes who did me wrong, hope them b*tches see me now Cause I’m balling on these n*ggas And even more on these hoes These broke n*ggas they hate us Cause they ain’t getting no paper Getting it in, My Zone Walk into the bank like it’s my home Trapping like a b*tch I got two phones All this money in my pocket feel like Sean Combs Sean Combs, Sean Combs Counting all this dirty money feel like Sean Combs Trapping like a b*tch I got two phones All this money in my pocket feel like Sean Combs