Puff Daddy - Another One lyrics

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Puff Daddy - Another One lyrics

Intro: Diddy: Ayo, turn out all the lights in the club. Grab your b**h, n***a. We here Rick Ross: We talking about new money, n***a. What you know about it? Diddy: Rozay! Turn me up real loud. I want these n***as to hear me. Bugatti Boyz. Puff Daddy. Maybach Music, this Bad Boy, b**h You n***as paranoid I party getting money I know I'm the sh**: my janitor be getting money I got a skyscraper, it's a hell of a view Got me closer to God, angel wings on my coupe Pray for me, damn I grind everyday for it If you see me riding in it, means I paid for it Bugatti Boyz 1.8 fours I got money baby I could order 8 more f** the Forbes list lets tell the truth I ate more I got a billion baby time to get 8 more 12 bedrooms, time to get 8 more Stack up all the cases of Ciroc up on the 8th floor [Hook - Rick Ross] (Diddy in brackets) Got a hundred million (its time to get another one) How this Bugatti feel (I may need me another one) 5 bad b**hes (just got me another one) P. Diddy run the city (never be another one) 5 mill cash (and I need another one) Rocking a different Rollie (no this not the other one) Stacking a number getting money (n***a number one) Real n***as run the city (never be another one) [Diddy] These haters speculate They always watching mine She know what time it is Just like my watch line My clothes line The cologne b**h I know you smell this money sitting on this throne b**h I'm strong b**h I own sh** Gave myself a ten digit bonus I'm the money man, never financed Go get this money baby, with yo fine a** If ya n***a broke it's time to get another one If you b**h is tripping time to get another one I'm Puff Daddy b**h there'll never be another one Bugatti Boyz forever one [Hook] [Rick Ross] I feelin' the money I'm lovin' the paper n***a hate in the 'hood Took his ho to Jamaica If I let down the top Let the breeze in my beard VIP is the spot, they playing musical chairs My Columbian the man, holla, "Beam me up shawty" Got that money in the bag that can hold a f**ing body 1.5 for this brand new black Bugatti Jewels like I'm Slick Rick Bally shoes ladi-dadi I'm feeling myself, b**h you do the same f** what I spend at the bar You should see how I came Keep my b**h at her best With one foot in the trap If I bust at your chest I bet that's a wrap (take that)