Angels (Bad Boy Remix)

[Intro: Rick Ross] Bad Boy, Maybach You ain't even gotta count the money It's all there, Boss All aboard, "Last Train to Paris" Heh, via the ghetto (Maybach Music) Uhh, uhh [Verse 1: Rick Ross] I'm a photographer's dream, counting cream as my chain swing Mac-11 for the things that the days bring I'm after cheddar, dirty money, yeah I chase cream Patent leather like I'm Puffy in my Saleen I rock jewels like my niggas in the A-Team I'm outta space, can't you seem I am an alien? My wrist A-list, Audemar is ageless Bezel lit up like a billboard out in Vegas You can't be serious baby, you know I'm on (fire) Top 5 but can send you to the Most High Dope boy and that's even in the bowtie Oh boy, cause you know I got them close ties (All aboard!) The last train to Paris Wheels look like a ferris, your jeweler should be embarrassed Rick the Ruler, my mula produce the carats (what?) Let's bow our heads, I gave you somethin to cherish [Verse 2: Diddy] It's that Dirty Money Came from Heaven just to sing a song for you To the rhythm of my love for you And now it's beatin slow, and you know, this the end of the road When I sing that slow song, for you And love was nothin but another gun for you And I would hide it in my helpless soul I'm not afraid to go down the road, where we go? I don't know You can hear 'em callin, don't you? When the angels call like... [Hook: Diddy & Dirty Money] Yo-hoo! If you don't wanna stay, you can go! It seems love don't live here no more The angels are flyin so loud, singin' to you (Don't you hear them callin you?) He's the one you love (Cause I hear 'em callin me) And he's the one you trust (Like our time is almost through) Time is runnin out (There's nothin left to do) When they're callin you When the angels call like (I answer) [Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.] Uh, uh, uh, ain't no shook hands in Brooklyn Army fatigues bring fatigue, to enemies, look man You wanna see me locked up, shot up Moms crouched up over the casket, screamin' "BASTARD!" Cryin', know my friends is lyin' Y'all know who killed him, filled him with the lugers from they Rugers Or they Desert, dyin' ain't the shit, but it's pleasant Kinda quiet, watch my niggas bring the riot (uh, uh, uh) [Verse 4: Diddy] Fallin', for you I will tell the angels, "No", let 'em turn back into stone I do (I do) love you (love you) it's true (it's true) Fire, climbing We ignore the angels' call! They were warnings after all It's cool, if I'm, with you When the angels call like... [Hook: Diddy & Dirty Money] Yo-hoo! If you don't wanna stay, you can go! It seems love don't live here no more The angels are flyin so loud, singin' to you (Don't you hear them callin you?) He's the one you love (Cause I hear 'em callin me) And he's the one you trust (Like our time is almost through) Time is runnin out (There's nothin left to do) When they're callin you When the angels call like (I answer)