Big Homie (feat. Rick Ross & French Montana)

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

CÎROC 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[Chorus: Puff Daddy]

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 gettin' money

Once promoter say my name, fly bitches coming

These ratchet bitches love a nigga so cuff your chick in

More '80s than the '80s, 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[Verse 3: Rick Ross]

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 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