Diddy - Big Homie lyrics
[Diddy - Big Homie lyrics]
Don't be afraid to get old, man
You may learn some shit
You may know some shit you may see some shit
Haha bitch showed me how it's old
I had to tell her
You could go to any hood, bet they know me
Rose gold pinky ring matchin' Rollie
Boy, you'se a little nigga 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 nigga Gary Coleman
I be calling all the shots, I'm big homie
I'm winnin' for the new bitch
She was stunting that pussy 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, bitch
You know I run it
Ciroc Amaretto coming, them bitches love it
I show up with my jewelry
On and never doubt it
You show up with your jewelry
On and leave without it
You could go to any hood, bet they know me
Rose gold pinky ring matchin' Rollie
Boy, you'se a little nigga 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 nigga Gary Coleman
I be calling all the shots, I'm big homie
Diddy go to any hood, big Rollie
Top down on any block, niggas know me
The only one that's topping Forbes
I'm gettin' lonely
See us out here racing yachts
Like ''fuck the police''
Bugatti swerving lane to lane
We getting money
Once promoter say my name, fly bitches coming
These ratchet bitches love a nigga
So cuff your chick in
More 80's than the 80's, nigga
I'm Money Mitchin i'm money Mitchin
You could go to any hood, bet they know me
Rose gold pinky ring matchin' Rollie
Boy, you'se a little nigga 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 nigga Gary Coleman
I be calling all the shots, I'm big homie
My bitches get the Christians, nigga
And Giuseppe
My bitches get the Birkin, nigga
They hold the weapons
My bitches get the Range Rovers
That's for affection
My bitches get the realest nigga
She's my reflection
I make my bitches 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
You could go to any hood, bet they know me
Rose gold pinky ring matchin' Rollie
Boy, you'se a little nigga 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 nigga Gary Coleman
I be calling all the shots, I'm big homie
Big Homie big Homie
Big Homie big Homie
(I'll be calling all the shots
I'm big homie) hannn
You may learn some shit
You may know some shit you may see some shit
Haha bitch showed me how it's old
I had to tell her
You could go to any hood, bet they know me
Rose gold pinky ring matchin' Rollie
Boy, you'se a little nigga 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 nigga Gary Coleman
I be calling all the shots, I'm big homie
I'm winnin' for the new bitch
She was stunting that pussy 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, bitch
You know I run it
Ciroc Amaretto coming, them bitches love it
I show up with my jewelry
On and never doubt it
You show up with your jewelry
On and leave without it
You could go to any hood, bet they know me
Rose gold pinky ring matchin' Rollie
Boy, you'se a little nigga 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 nigga Gary Coleman
I be calling all the shots, I'm big homie
Diddy go to any hood, big Rollie
Top down on any block, niggas know me
The only one that's topping Forbes
I'm gettin' lonely
See us out here racing yachts
Like ''fuck the police''
Bugatti swerving lane to lane
We getting money
Once promoter say my name, fly bitches coming
These ratchet bitches love a nigga
So cuff your chick in
More 80's than the 80's, nigga
I'm Money Mitchin i'm money Mitchin
You could go to any hood, bet they know me
Rose gold pinky ring matchin' Rollie
Boy, you'se a little nigga 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 nigga Gary Coleman
I be calling all the shots, I'm big homie
My bitches get the Christians, nigga
And Giuseppe
My bitches get the Birkin, nigga
They hold the weapons
My bitches get the Range Rovers
That's for affection
My bitches get the realest nigga
She's my reflection
I make my bitches 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
You could go to any hood, bet they know me
Rose gold pinky ring matchin' Rollie
Boy, you'se a little nigga 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 nigga Gary Coleman
I be calling all the shots, I'm big homie
Big Homie big Homie
Big Homie big Homie
(I'll be calling all the shots
I'm big homie) hannn