Uh
Yeah, you know what it is
Ayo, back on the scene (Uh-huh)
Ain't nothin' changed, still doin' wild things (Wild things)
Rippin' something mean
The whole shit is in the Rolls Royce, it's off
For sure, 'bout to embark on my next long tour
Boobie, if you're sick, I'm the cure
We 'bout to pop it off so wild, hit the floor
Ain't nobody botherin' you (What?)
All I'm thinkin' 'bout is clobberin' you (Clobberin')
Immigration want me, said I'm harborin' a few (Get back)
Illegal aliens, females, mostly Latin and Israelians
The top story, evenin' news
I'm the shit, they've been deceivin' you (Word up, come on)
Drop the roof on the Coupe DeVille, shoot to kill (Uh-huh)
Ask niggas, duke is real (Yeah, word up)
Stay lookin' for the loot to steal
He determined, don't try to touch Bad Boy '
Cause we burnin' (We burnin', baby)
I want my glory (Come on)
Duke is not a joke and I ain't Katori (Uh-uh)
Every time I grip the mic, it's with the sole intent
To rip shop and give you two hundred percent (Uh-huh)
Man, I'm tired of doin' dirt (Word)
Tired of bein' on the earth, why on earth?
Rather be somewhere in a quiet church, sayin' prayers
Not only sayin' mine, but sayin' theirs
Especially if my dogs ain't there (Yeah)
The more hits we make, the more money to burn
The more fame we get, niggas get concerned
It don't matter who's hot, who's out (It don't matter)
Bad Boy is back for good now (That's right)
The more hits we make, the more money to burn (Uh-huh)
The more fame we get, niggas get concerned (Come on)
It don't matter who's hot, who's out (It don't matter)
Bad Boy is back for good now (That's right)
Ayo, I'm fresh off the plane
Tryna get a little bit of stress off my brain (Word up), M-I-A
Dom P's, palm trees, ninety degrees (Yeah)
Arm freeze, Mom, please, ain't nothin' but cheese (Woo)
Caribbean Sea, Malibu breeze (Yeah)
Watchin' DVDs on fifty-inch screens (Come on)
So cut it out, you ain't no Don Juan, please (Cut it out)
I stay spillin' Dom on my Sean John jeans (Sean John)
I hit the bar, yo, it's all on me (Uh-huh)
Pop bottles, models be all on me (Yeah)
Y'all all gon' see how it's all gon' be
Front on me and see where y'all all gon' be (That's right)
Six feet deep (Uh)
When the heat speak, niggas be minced meat (Uh)
From 155th to 110th Street (Oh word)
From Harlem bound (Yeah)
Bad Boy, who the fuck want a problem now? (Come on)
The more hits we make, the more money to burn (Uh-huh)
The more fame we get, niggas get concerned (Come on)
It don't matter who's hot, who's out (It don't matter)
Bad Boy is back for good now (That's right)
The more hits we make, the more money to burn (Uh)
The more fame we get, niggas get concerned (Come on)
It don't matter who's hot, who's out (It don't matter)
Bad Boy is back for good now (That's right)
See, this the part I like right here
I like when I see everybody on the dance floor
Yeah
I see y'all
Just shakin' your asses
Come on
Hold on, I need to break it down, one time like
Yeah
Now would you clap your hands, your hands, you'd clap (Clap)
If your girl's out of place, then your girl get tapped (Take that)
And niggas keep thinkin' Diddy ain't on it like that (Haha)
'Cause you never see me standin' on the corner like that (Yeah)
'Cause I'm talented, yes, I'm gifted (Ayy)
Never boosted, never shoplifted (Never shoplifted)
Forget the cash, the money ain't nothin' (Yeah)
'Cause everything I talk about, you know I ain't frontin' (Uh-huh)
I rock Sean John every day (Every day)
Boutiques from France to the USA (Word up)
And I make all the chips off the hits I invent (That's right)
So it really doesn't matter how much I spent (Say what?)
'Cause I'm droppin' hits daily
You burn me? (What?) Really?
Think Bad Boy, then blink a million times (Come on)
And I don't care if niggas write a
Billion rhymes (I don't give a shit)
Damn, we still paid (We still paid)
Yeah, get low, we got it made (Yeah, come on, come on)
Ayo, this game ain't stoppin', we champagne poppin'
Girl, I got shit that your man ain't coppin' (That's right)
You can hop in when your man ain't watchin' (Yeah)
Yeah, you one option, temperature's droppin' (Woo)
Gettin' cold, control your soul when I lock in (Uh-huh)
You the type of chick to fold when you boxed in (Yeah)
Signals my watch send (Uh-huh)
Givin' you more reason to hop in (Come on, baby)
This is a Bentley, not a Datsun (Not a Datsun)
Don't confuse me with dude, I'm not him (I'm not him)
Your man got a lot to learn (Word)
But you can leave with the cat if you
That concerned (You that concerned?)
One day, you gon' actually learn (What?)
But not now, 'cause, girl, I got tracks to burn (Come on)
I stay on my J-O-B (J-O-B)
Nigga, me, P. Diddy, B-R-O-B (The fam', baby)
The more hits we make, the more money to burn (Bad Boy)
The more fame we get, niggas get concerned (That's right)
It don't matter who's hot, who's out (It don't matter)
Bad Boy is back for good now (That's right)
The more hits we make, the more money to burn (Uh)
The more fame we get, niggas get concerned (Come on)
It don't matter who's hot, who's out (It don't matter)
Bad Boy is back for good now (That's right)
The more hits we make, the more money to burn (Haha, yeah)
The more fame we get, niggas get concerned
(It wanna dedicate this to everybody
That been down with us from day one)
It don't matter who's hot, who's out
(Shakin' them asses on the dance floor)
Bad Boy is back for good now
(That's all we tryna do)
The more hits we make, the more money to burn
The more fame we get, niggas get concerned
(More money, no more problems, 2001)
It don't matter who's hot, who's out
(Bad Boy forever)
Bad Boy is back for good now
The more hits we make, the more money to burn
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