King of New York, John Gotti issues
Chanel sneakers, Maserati issues
You come in the party, bring those Bugattis with you
Let's hop on this jet and go to Marnie Crystal
But bring that silk suit from Armani with you
You can roll where money making is a army with you
But back in the states on 8th
When you come through nigga, bring a motherf*cking bomb with you
I'm talking whips, I'm talking bitches
You can see the picture, you ain't gotta take the picture
Spend the money nigga, you can take it with you
They hatin' on you cause they can't make it with you
So they stand there and they try to fake it with you
No rings, actin' like the Bulls and the Lakers with you
Go ahead nigga, get some paper with you
Forty mules and a acre with you
MSG front row, MGM front row
All I do is get bitches, get money, want more
I'mma make it with you, let that ciroc flow
Turn up, turn up, turn up
Two in the morning, flying through Harlem
I'm the flyest nigga in Harlem
I ain't got no problem with money, money's a problem
Two in the morning, flying through Harlem
I'm the flyest nigga in Harlem
I ain't got no problem with money, money's a problem
Niggas get your fam kidnapped, get you robbed in
Cross me, see heaven
I'm flying down seventh in a seventh
Hear my name when you hit one eleventh
Cross 110th street, they make legends
A money making mitch reincarnated
Money making bitches in the condo and they all naked
[?] with the reefer
Don't mind her, she's a screamer
Two nineteens and a [?]
Preferential treatment, she needs time to get decent
I'm feeling so Mitchie, please baby, no hickies
Today's without that good and she's so bitchy
Our hearts are not here, her words are unclear
She stumped them down there
You about to start love [?], you such [?]
Ain't nobody ever had it this juicy since Biggie
I know you wanna see real, girl I'm big Billy
And I've been to cities just to eat dillies, I'm really different
Are you aware that there's more than six senses?
All the bottles are empty, this thrill has just kicked into high gear
I double tap to best friend in real life nigga
Forever is what it feels like
Kobe playing with Mike
Puff Daddy - Harlem Lyrics
Puff Daddy - Harlem Lyrics
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King of New York, John Gotti issues
Chanel sneakers, Maserati issues
You come in the party, bring those Bugattis with you
Let's hop on this jet and go to Marnie Crystal
But bring that silk suit from Armani with you
You can roll where money making is a army with you
But back in the states on 8th
When you come through nigga, bring a motherf*cking bomb with you
I'm talking whips, I'm talking bitches
You can see the picture, you ain't gotta take the picture
Spend the money nigga, you can take it with you
They hatin' on you cause they can't make it with you
So they stand there and they try to fake it with you
No rings, actin' like the Bulls and the Lakers with you
Go ahead nigga, get some paper with you
Forty mules and a acre with you
MSG front row, MGM front row
All I do is get bitches, get money, want more
I'mma make it with you, let that ciroc flow
Turn up, turn up, turn up
Two in the morning, flying through Harlem
I'm the flyest nigga in Harlem
I ain't got no problem with money, money's a problem
Two in the morning, flying through Harlem
I'm the flyest nigga in Harlem
I ain't got no problem with money, money's a problem
Niggas get your fam kidnapped, get you robbed in
Cross me, see heaven
I'm flying down seventh in a seventh
Hear my name when you hit one eleventh
Cross 110th street, they make legends
A money making mitch reincarnated
Money making bitches in the condo and they all naked
[?] with the reefer
Don't mind her, she's a screamer
Two nineteens and a [?]
Preferential treatment, she needs time to get decent
I'm feeling so Mitchie, please baby, no hickies
Today's without that good and she's so bitchy
Our hearts are not here, her words are unclear
She stumped them down there
You about to start love [?], you such [?]
Ain't nobody ever had it this juicy since Biggie
I know you wanna see real, girl I'm big Billy
And I've been to cities just to eat dillies, I'm really different
Are you aware that there's more than six senses?
All the bottles are empty, this thrill has just kicked into high gear
I double tap to best friend in real life nigga
Forever is what it feels like
Kobe playing with Mike
Chanel sneakers, Maserati issues
You come in the party, bring those Bugattis with you
Let's hop on this jet and go to Marnie Crystal
But bring that silk suit from Armani with you
You can roll where money making is a army with you
But back in the states on 8th
When you come through nigga, bring a motherf*cking bomb with you
I'm talking whips, I'm talking bitches
You can see the picture, you ain't gotta take the picture
Spend the money nigga, you can take it with you
They hatin' on you cause they can't make it with you
So they stand there and they try to fake it with you
No rings, actin' like the Bulls and the Lakers with you
Go ahead nigga, get some paper with you
Forty mules and a acre with you
MSG front row, MGM front row
All I do is get bitches, get money, want more
I'mma make it with you, let that ciroc flow
Turn up, turn up, turn up
Two in the morning, flying through Harlem
I'm the flyest nigga in Harlem
I ain't got no problem with money, money's a problem
Two in the morning, flying through Harlem
I'm the flyest nigga in Harlem
I ain't got no problem with money, money's a problem
Niggas get your fam kidnapped, get you robbed in
Cross me, see heaven
I'm flying down seventh in a seventh
Hear my name when you hit one eleventh
Cross 110th street, they make legends
A money making mitch reincarnated
Money making bitches in the condo and they all naked
[?] with the reefer
Don't mind her, she's a screamer
Two nineteens and a [?]
Preferential treatment, she needs time to get decent
I'm feeling so Mitchie, please baby, no hickies
Today's without that good and she's so bitchy
Our hearts are not here, her words are unclear
She stumped them down there
You about to start love [?], you such [?]
Ain't nobody ever had it this juicy since Biggie
I know you wanna see real, girl I'm big Billy
And I've been to cities just to eat dillies, I'm really different
Are you aware that there's more than six senses?
All the bottles are empty, this thrill has just kicked into high gear
I double tap to best friend in real life nigga
Forever is what it feels like
Kobe playing with Mike
Writer: AUSTIN OWENS, DARRYL MCDANIELS, DAVID STYLES, GLENDA PROBY, JAMES FOYE III, JOHN PADGETT, JOSEPH WARD SIMMONS, PAUL SIMON, SEAN COMBS
Copyright: Lyrics © THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC.
Copyright: Lyrics © THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC.