You could go to any hood
Bet they know me

Rose gold pinky ring;

Master 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 Boys 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
I could go to any hood

Bet they know me

Rose gold pinky ring; master 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
F**k 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 cough your chick in
More 80's than the 80's
Nigga, I'm money mention
I'm money mention
You could go to any hood
Bet they know me

Rose gold pinky ring master 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 big homie
My bitches get the Christians
Nigga, and Giuseppe

My bitches get the Berkin
Nigga, they hold the weapons

My bitches get the Range Rover
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

Thank God your pockets
Where I'm from
Here 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; master 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

Big homie

I be calling all the shots,

I'm big homie

Big homie