Lyrics Hello Good Morning Remix - Diddy , Booba

Hello Good morning tell me what the lip read
Pretty face, thin waist with the sick weave
First time fish tailing in the 6 speed
Real bad boy tell em come and get me
I'm at the fight, been kinda like Bellmen
Only took the trip to the truck twice
Unpacked the Mac 11 and air max's
Stuff six figures in my damn air mattress
Uh, I'm in love with large bills
A dime with a fat ass, thin waist and tall heels
Yeah, it's the teflon Don
Hundred carrots in the charm tryna give it back to Sean

Hello, Good morning
Let's go, let's ride
Hello, Good morning
Hello, Good morning
Know you've been waiting for it
'Cause I seen you watching
So let's go
Let's get it popping

Cause I've been leaning on the bar
Looking cleaner than the star
All these broads won't give me my props
25 on the bank I be stunting on there ass
And they mad cause the bitch won't stop

Got your boyfriend feeling like a groupie
(You know, you know, we know, we on that)
Stuntin like you looking like a movie
(You know, you know, we know, we on that)
And everybody know who the truth be
(You know, you know, we know, we on that)
I blow cause I'm blowing on the ohh wee
(You know, you know, we know, we on that)
Hello

I came up in it a little bit self centered
But did I kill a Queen
Alexander McQueen's got a wrist on glow
The bottles is on po'
Got that shibby shibby yeah shibby yeah ayou!
What the fck I look like bitch I run this town
I ain't coming out for less than a 100 thou
Man, the last time I checked I was bubbling out
Got to turn down shows, out in Dublin now
Wait wait hold on, maybe they didn't get that here
Like 11 hundred horses when I switch that gear
Swerve on them sorta like I missed that dear
Press that little button on the sit back chair
Bitch I do it cause I get it
I got billion dollar credit
If you got a million dollars you could put it up in bet it
I just be like hello hello but I never could salute them
Young money I do it for the yout dem!

Hello, Good morning
Let's go, let's ride
Hello, Good morning
Hello, Good evening
You blow, you feindin'
'Cause you know that your really needed
And I'm the one that you wanna be with
But right now baby you dreaming
Wake up and turn the lights off

Hello, Good morning
Let's go, let's work
Hello, Good morning
Let's go, let's work
Hello
Turn me up a little bit more, I don't think they can hear me
Check this out
Bad Boy bitch
Let's work
Come on
Let's work
Non stop let's rock let's work
Make you feel good too
Don't stop I see you let's work
It's that dirty money

Uh, How fly is he
Your baby momma cry for me like Jodeci
So how you not notice me
Pull up to the club in the coldest V
Ugh. literally though little did he know how that nigga Diddy flow
How that nigga Diddy go so hard like a crowbar still getting dough
Woah, woah, woah

Yeah I like this, can you feel it
Nothing can save ya
It's that Dirty money

Writer: RICHARD BUTLER, CLIFFORD HARRIS, FLOYD HILLS, MARCELLA LAGO