Lyrics Angels - The Notorious B.I.G. , Rick Ross , Diddy - Dirty Money
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Angels
(Remix)
Diddy
Bad
Boy
Maybach
You
ain't
even
gotta
count
the
money
It's
all
up
BOSS
All
aboard
Last
Train
to
Paris
Heh,
via
the
ghetto
{Maybach
Music!}
Uh...
(uh...)
UH...
(UH...)
I'm
a
photographer's
dream
Countin
cream
as
my
chain
swing
Mack
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
a
al-ien?
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...
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
(hahaha!)
Rick
the
Ruler
my
mula
produce
the
carats
(whaaaa?)
Let's
bow
our
heads,
I
gave
you
somethin
to
cherish
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
ennnnd
of
the
road
When
I
sing
that
slow
song
for
you...
And
love
was
nothin
but
another
gun
for
you
('nother
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.
(Dawn)
YOOOOOOOO-HOOO!
If
you
don't
wanna
stay
you
can
GOOOOO-OHH...
It
seems
love
don't
live
here
no
morrre...
The
angels
are
flyin
so
loooow,
singin
to
you
(Don't
you
hear
me
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
answeeeeer)
Uh...
(uh...)
UH...
(UH...)
Lord
forgive
me
I'm
a
sinner,
oatmeal
in
the
winter
Talkin
leather
interior,
oak
wheel
in
the
center
My
niggas
deal
opium,
still
in
the
OBM
Condominiums
in
the
center
of
Ethiopia
(Whaaa?)
+Dirty
Money+
all
they
seein
on
them
Phantom
plates
Seats
blue
jeans
and
it's
treated
like
a
cabaret
Five
shots,
now
they
need
a
roll
of
yellow
tape
Wit
a
Glock,
make
a
scene,
I'm
the
F.
Gary
Gray
Crab
cakes
served
chill
on
that
Learjet
Whenever
Diddy
call
I
know
it's
'bout
a
big
check
How
many
bags
you
forget
to
get
your
chick
yet?
Know
her
sex
good
just
by
lookin
at
my
chick
neck
(All
aboard!)
The
last
train
to
Paris
Wheels
look
like
a
Ferris,
your
jeweler
should
be
embarrassed
I
took
a
palm
and
read
it
just
like
a
tarot
I
could
detonate
a
bomb
at
the
issue
of
any
challenge
(ROSS!)
Falling...
for
yooooou...
I
will
tell
the
angels,
"No"
Let
'em
turn
back
into
stone
I
doooo...
(I
doo...)
love
yoooou...
(love
yoooou...)
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...
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