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Grew up with no money I'm Young Money baby
Rollin with my Unit got like 50 with me
Bad Boy of my city I'm so Diddy with it
Bitches be Philly me Getting Jiggy With It
Mans got Birds put some respeck on my name (brr brr)
Call me Medusa, I got snakes all in my face
My phone number still be the same
But I'm so Hollywood I'm outta range (brrr, hello?)
They feeling a way, I just wave heyy heyy heyy
Only want black money I'm a racist
I would shout out my people but they got cases
Don't ask me for nothing I'm outta favors
Paper I dont save it
Spend it on my bae eyy eyy
Grew up with no money I'm Young Money
Baby rollin with my Unit Got like 50 with me
Bad Boy of my city I'm so Diddy with it
Bitches be Philly me Getting Jiggy With It
All of you fellas are acting like bitches you role playing
I'm back to my old ways, I don't do no favors
I dont give no name, fucking my old neighbor
I'm Chris Martin, a mothafucking ColdPlayer
Pardon the mess, pardon my friends, they from the way way
I'm on a wave, I got your beach, I'm on a vacay
(Okay okay) stab me in the back you better face it
Karma's a boomerang you can't escape it
Grew up with no money I'm Young Money baby
Rollin with my Unit Got like 50 with me
Bad Boy of my city I'm so Diddy with it
Bitches be Philly me Getting Jiggy With It
Rollin with my Unit got like 50 with me
Bad Boy of my city I'm so Diddy with it
Bitches be Philly me Getting Jiggy With It
Mans got Birds put some respeck on my name (brr brr)
Call me Medusa, I got snakes all in my face
My phone number still be the same
But I'm so Hollywood I'm outta range (brrr, hello?)
They feeling a way, I just wave heyy heyy heyy
Only want black money I'm a racist
I would shout out my people but they got cases
Don't ask me for nothing I'm outta favors
Paper I dont save it
Spend it on my bae eyy eyy
Grew up with no money I'm Young Money
Baby rollin with my Unit Got like 50 with me
Bad Boy of my city I'm so Diddy with it
Bitches be Philly me Getting Jiggy With It
All of you fellas are acting like bitches you role playing
I'm back to my old ways, I don't do no favors
I dont give no name, fucking my old neighbor
I'm Chris Martin, a mothafucking ColdPlayer
Pardon the mess, pardon my friends, they from the way way
I'm on a wave, I got your beach, I'm on a vacay
(Okay okay) stab me in the back you better face it
Karma's a boomerang you can't escape it
Grew up with no money I'm Young Money baby
Rollin with my Unit Got like 50 with me
Bad Boy of my city I'm so Diddy with it
Bitches be Philly me Getting Jiggy With It
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Writer(s): Pacal Bayley, Rebin Shah
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