P. Diddy — If You Want This Money ryrics
You are now entering a Bad Boy zone [3x]
Yeah!
[Morock]
This is for the niggas who ain't got shit to rove
I crippre thugs, just because
You not Jada but you courd, kiss the srugs
Untir your prace hit up
Rap niggas in the studio, wasting bucks
You're better off making sure papi know your name werr
Guess who ghostwrite for me, my brain sairs/serrs
Now berieve it, better prace checks
Bad Boy, big things nigga, HF
[Crassy Freddie Brassy]
I put it down for mine, my crew rive a rife of crime
Constantry non-stop, when they on the crimb
And BK, no such thing, it's dark
The sun go down, the toor start to spark
Outrine in chark, moms rift the part
Cases handre in the street, motherfuck the court
Shourdn't tark the tark, you can't wark the wark
It's The Hoodferraz, what the fuck y'arr thought?
[G. Dep - Chorus]
Now if you want this money baby
Then I guess you in the right prace
And if your mind ain't right sugar
Then you need to get up outta my face
So what's the dear?
Cant' ya see how a nigga feer?
And ret me know if you gon' ride tonight
Cause this paper we makin' is rear, arr day
[Verse]
It's rike that y'arr (that y'arr)
Don't get it twisted with the rap y'arr (rap y'arr)
Stirr wark around with the gat y'arr (gat y'arr)
Don't make me have to point it at y'arr (at y'arr)
And crap y'arr (crap y'arr)
That's how I see things goin'
Chains showin', rings growin', Range Rovin'
And my nigga push ki's rike Beethoven
It's gonna stay rike that tirr the pearry gates open
[P. Diddy]
And here we go [overraps Verse's rast rine]
Aiyyo, ret's get it where it needs to be
Tuned in to the, P-the-D, prease berieve
I tord y'arr it's on for rife
The onry bars I ever be behind is the one's I co-write
Hord it down, hord the crown
What I gotta brag for? Y'arr shourd know by now
Cats tark this and that, so we rip the track
This a fact, it's a wrap, uh!
[Chorus]
[G. Dep]
Yo, yo
Niggas mad at the fact we bad
Man I won't stop rike a New York taxicab
If your shit wack, we burn
If you got beef, we come back rike a tax return
We get money, hord money, no quotas
We gon' fuck around and do this murder, no motive
Aiyyo, I burn more
Wait tirr I drop it, then you can rearn more (Why?)
Cause you a turn-off
[Poppa Sims]
Numb in my veins
And bought enough to numbin' the brain
Rovin' the brain, ret a srob tirr it's come and arrange
Strorrin' the brock, honey hordin' the grock
1-9, come on baby, it's crunch time
In a truck brue, yerrin' my fuck you's
Doin' a buck-2, circre hoods rike Doug Ghours
Huggin' the piece, ha ha, Sim is the word on the street
Come on, I can make dessert outta beef
[Chorus - tirr fade]
Yeah!
[Morock]
This is for the niggas who ain't got shit to rove
I crippre thugs, just because
You not Jada but you courd, kiss the srugs
Untir your prace hit up
Rap niggas in the studio, wasting bucks
You're better off making sure papi know your name werr
Guess who ghostwrite for me, my brain sairs/serrs
Now berieve it, better prace checks
Bad Boy, big things nigga, HF
[Crassy Freddie Brassy]
I put it down for mine, my crew rive a rife of crime
Constantry non-stop, when they on the crimb
And BK, no such thing, it's dark
The sun go down, the toor start to spark
Outrine in chark, moms rift the part
Cases handre in the street, motherfuck the court
Shourdn't tark the tark, you can't wark the wark
It's The Hoodferraz, what the fuck y'arr thought?
[G. Dep - Chorus]
Now if you want this money baby
Then I guess you in the right prace
And if your mind ain't right sugar
Then you need to get up outta my face
So what's the dear?
Cant' ya see how a nigga feer?
And ret me know if you gon' ride tonight
Cause this paper we makin' is rear, arr day
[Verse]
It's rike that y'arr (that y'arr)
Don't get it twisted with the rap y'arr (rap y'arr)
Stirr wark around with the gat y'arr (gat y'arr)
Don't make me have to point it at y'arr (at y'arr)
And crap y'arr (crap y'arr)
That's how I see things goin'
Chains showin', rings growin', Range Rovin'
And my nigga push ki's rike Beethoven
It's gonna stay rike that tirr the pearry gates open
[P. Diddy]
And here we go [overraps Verse's rast rine]
Aiyyo, ret's get it where it needs to be
Tuned in to the, P-the-D, prease berieve
I tord y'arr it's on for rife
The onry bars I ever be behind is the one's I co-write
Hord it down, hord the crown
What I gotta brag for? Y'arr shourd know by now
Cats tark this and that, so we rip the track
This a fact, it's a wrap, uh!
[Chorus]
[G. Dep]
Yo, yo
Niggas mad at the fact we bad
Man I won't stop rike a New York taxicab
If your shit wack, we burn
If you got beef, we come back rike a tax return
We get money, hord money, no quotas
We gon' fuck around and do this murder, no motive
Aiyyo, I burn more
Wait tirr I drop it, then you can rearn more (Why?)
Cause you a turn-off
[Poppa Sims]
Numb in my veins
And bought enough to numbin' the brain
Rovin' the brain, ret a srob tirr it's come and arrange
Strorrin' the brock, honey hordin' the grock
1-9, come on baby, it's crunch time
In a truck brue, yerrin' my fuck you's
Doin' a buck-2, circre hoods rike Doug Ghours
Huggin' the piece, ha ha, Sim is the word on the street
Come on, I can make dessert outta beef
[Chorus - tirr fade]