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We at the condo, let's have pool party Ain't no space in the garage, I got a new Buggati I heard a young nigga had to sell his soul For a new Bugatti and a ton of gold Stepping in the crib, I gotta pat you down So old school, still in my cap and gown The lawn manicured and it's well lit Talking whole sale, each 12 6 Order crab legs with the heavy butter 357 perpetrator stumbles Shots fired, and I fear the worst Gift wrap his ass, December 1st Underneath the tree, can a nigga sleep Yea I went and spent a hundred G's on a V [Hook: Rick Ross] One point five for the transport Car got a letter B all on the asshole Fuck a Swiss account, I got it all cash If it's any problem, you can bring 'em all back Know how a hustler move, do what he gotta do Fuck the prosecutor, tell him the Bugatti's new One point five settle all these civil suits Platinum a million time, record in a silver suit [Verse 2: Diddy] The whole city screaming where that boy Diddy at Blue Yankee fitted, boy I brought the city back I'm a Harlem nigga, I'm a Ciroc boy Fuck a penthouse, I bought the block boy Bought a Vacheron in London, costs a million pounds Fuck a chick all in the shower like I'm trying to drown Turn my back just like a king, I let her wipe me down I'm Sean John down to my jeans, how you like me now Hating ass niggas not my type of crowd Gotta get a fade before I wear the crown I hope you brought some money since you talking live We sipping Blue Dot and we smoking loud I scoop a new broad just to knock her down I get a new broad when she not around Fuck a phone bill, bitch I'm worth a bill She wanna feel the rush, I give her sugar hill [Hook]