P. Diddy - Do You Like It, Do You Want It lyrics

Picture me ballin' in the drop top, open skies In something foreign, soarin', 145 The God is calling for my body, let my spirit fly I want it all, no lie Picture me pourin' poppin' something imported Pedal flooring, clutch poppin', boppin' to Lauryn Now picture me falling Never seen, never heard, never happened, never occurred Now picture me flying 10,000 feet above the sea Popping bubbly, you'd love to be me Now picture the servants in the cabin with the sweetest ma**age Picture having ice and only wanna speak to God Picture your dreams being shattered and your cream being lavished At the same time, tell me what you think matters Picture all the money that I've gotten off tours Now picture me plotting for more, picture this n***a Do you like it (yeah) Wanna do the things that I do Tell me do you want it (yeah) Wanna know what it's like in my shoes Do you need it (yeah) Wanna see the things that I see Tell me do you want it (yeah) Wanna know what it's like to be me Picture me wildin', fiendin', reaching for tools Straight flipping, losing my cool Now picture me gritty, P. Diddy 'bout to run in your house The gun's with me, put one in your mouth Now picture me dressed in white linen while your life is ending Slightly grinning, picture that priceless image Picture me broke as f** on your block about to open up Like Okay n***a, what's up Picture me driving a course through your home, bustin' a "U" Screaming at the top of my lungs "YOU fu*kING WITH WHO?" Picture me not being that hustler dude Picture the Benz, a 5, and the drop not new Picture the watch ain't platinum, and the rock's not blue Picture y'all n***az not knowing how I do Picture me, better yet picture you Painting a better picture than the one that I drew Do you like it (yeah) Wanna do the things that I do Tell me do you want it (yeah) Wanna know what it's like in my shoes Do you need it (yeah) Wanna see the things that I see Tell me do you want it (yeah) Wanna know what it's like to be me Where do you go from here when you felt you've done it all When what used to get you high don't get you high no more When you got a lot of cars, don't even drive no more When you're expected to win, they ain't surprised no more Hold up, stop, wait, reverse the tape How much money can one n***a make in one place How much dough could you hold in one safe How many hoes can a n***a really chase Where do you go after the applause After all the Soul Train and Grammy awards, after the tours After asking these who*es what they after me for Is it the money? The fame? The house, take it all The sky's the limit, but I ain't done jumping Money is fast, but I ain't done running Picture me driving some wack sh** Picture me folding under pressure, picture that sh** Do you like it (yeah) Wanna do the things that I do Tell me do you want it (yeah) Wanna know what it's like in my shoes Do you need it (yeah) Wanna see the things that I see Tell me do you want it (yeah) Wanna know what it's like to be me Do you like it (yeah) Wanna do the things that I do Tell me do you want it (yeah) Wanna know what it's like in my shoes Do you need it (yeah) Wanna see the things that I see Tell me do you want it (yeah) Wanna know what it's like to be me