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Puff Daddy( P. Diddy )
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MMM feat. Future & King Los
(Intro – Future) Future Hendrix Like really yo, the millennium Diddy Woo Hey turn up, turn up Hey What you got there? Huh? Woo
(Chorus – Future) Money making Mitch Money, money making Mitch Money making Mitch Money, money making Mitch Drop top serving up the dope, blat blat Way back, this is the pay back Permanent laid back Ni**as saying lay that Where in the xannies does it say that Money making Mitch Money, money making Mitch Money making Mitch Money, money making Mitch Drop top serving the dope when you raw With your broad when you click clack way back Now I'm with the freeband, way back, hey man Ni**a why the f**k would you say that?
(Verse 1 – Puff Daddy & King Los) I don't flex on ni**as I don't talk no s**t I just get these checks And check my bi**h I'm a brick of that yay Feds peeping the spot Fiends outside Like them Yeezy's gon drop Yeah, she think I'm a mack Call me a pimp Told her act like she know She ordered the shrimp I got some ni**as uptown They got some shit for that ass Don't come on my block Without a visiting pass On the phone with my chick She said there's work on your block Keep chasing that pu**y Get you murked on the spot I don't play no games These ni**as is hoes Keep my girl in chinchilla Drape my ni**as in gold, I'm cold, ni**a
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(Verse 2 – Puff Daddy & King Los) Ay yo, I'm a motherf**king living legend Here's a lesson, ni**a, wake up Pick a hustle, flip it, stretch it Whip it, press it, ship it, check it Shit perfected, in my presence Just might cop your bi**h a present What you stressing? This my section, I run it I'm ready for the winter when the summer come Real winner, breed ni**as that wanna win Bi**h, you f**king with a motherf**king 1 of 1 I'm paid in full, trick, you got that Calvin in your eyes Before I fall off, I'll replace the ground with the sky Yeah, just like my daddy Bi**h I should pull up and hop out the Caddy Rock for the family F**k being on the block, chopping them grams See my Oscars and Grammy's, yachts in Miami Thrills to be rich, no life for a s**ker Tell my story, life of a hustler, I'm cold, ni**a
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(Verse 3 – Future) Money making Mitch Money, money making Mitch Money making Mitch Money, money making Mitch We be them d-boys standing in hallways We been posted up around here all day Money making Mitch Money, money making Mitch We had them leans in double cups We have the ones you ain't gonna double up You know I'm gonna double up Trapping a habit you whip up a Xannie When I wear my watches I'm so undecided I got it popping like Whitney and Bobby They call me ace around here, ni**a The number one ni**a around here, ni**a I put my city and my ni**as on They wish they could stop me my money long They treated me just like I'm Al Capone Got my ni**as they treat me like Al Capone Know when you paid in full You go through the hood and you looking like millions When they doubted me that's when when I went hard Then I got my whole city on
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