Harlem

[Verse 1: Diddy] King of New York John Gotti issues Chanel sneakers Maserati issues You coming to party Bring those Bugattis with you Let's hop on this jet and go to Marnie Crystal But bring that silk suit from Armani with you You can roll with money making There's an army with you But back in the states On 8th when you come through Nigga, bring a mufuckin phone With you I'm talking whips I'm talking bitches You can see the picture You ain't gotta take the picture Spend the money nigga Nigga you can't take it with ya They hatin' on ya Cause they can't make it with ya So they stand there and they try to fake it with ya No rings, actin' like the Bulls and the Lakers with ya Go ahead nigga, get some paper with ya Forty mules and a acre with ya MSG front row, MGM front row All I do is get bitches, get money, want more I'mma make it with ya, let that ciroc flow [Break] Flow, flow, flow Turn up, turn up, turn up [Verse 2: Diddy] Two in the morning, flying through Harlem I'm the flyest nigga in Harlem I ain't got no problem with money, money's a problem Two in the morning, flying through Harlem I'm the flyest nigga in Harlem I ain't got no problem with money, money's a problem Niggas get your fam kidnapped, get you robbed Cross me, see heaven I'm flying down seventh in a seventh Hear my name when you hit 111th Cross 110th street, they make legend A Money Making Mitch reincarnated Money making bitches in the condo and they all naked [Verse 3: Gizzle] The room reek the reefer Don't mind her, she's a screamer Two nineteens are in the ether Careful with you treatment, she needs time to get decent I'm feeling so Mitchy, please baby, no hickies Today's without that good She's so bitchy Our hearts are not here, her words are unclear She's thumpin' down there You about to start love trippin', you sex kitten Ain't nobody ever had it this juicy since Biggie I know you wanna see world, girl I'm big Billy And I've been to cities just to eat Denny's, I'm really different Are you aware that there's more than six senses? All the bottles are empty, this clear was just kicked into high gear I double tap to best friend in real life nigga Forever is what it feels like Kobe playing with Mike