Lyrics Diddy Combs - MarcoMoney

A hunnit M's stacked up in my bank what i'm chasing
Roll a three gram wood of some za then i face it
Bro ain't never been to court but for the lean he get cases
I ain't wearing no cologne you smell the runts as my fragrance
My brother Liek screaming GG while i'm g lock-in
I ain't wanna fuck your bitch i just had her on her knees often
Niggas sound like they hating i go deaf and let them keep talking
I done seen a lot of green in my life like the team Boston

Damn that's a lot of green
Cash rules everything around me that's a lot of cream
Brody acting hollywood so right it's just me and Preme
I ain't talking bout sargento run it up i got to make some cheese
We ain't watching scary movies but when we fuck i can make her scream
Hella underrated just to understand my lyrics gotta hear this shit
Why he acting like a soulja pull out glock he get delirious
Hopping on that road drive fast and get furious
Two bands for the shoes because the bottom on the period
So many carrots in this chain take it off and feed the rabbits with it
Yeah my pop pink cause i just poured a three it look like patrick in it
I can never listen to they songs cause they be capping nigga
I know his bitch wanna fuck because she heard that i'm a rapper nigga
But I, I just want the blues like a democrat
I ain't beefin' about a bitch that ain't mine i can't get into that
He be blowing up her phone while she blowing dick
Ride around with hella
Like T.I but i don't know no tip
Brody quick to leave a nigga red like a republican
Damn that nigga Marco Money hit my bitch i don't fuck with him
I ain't never saying shit my lips are sealed like the olsen twins
I'll take a nigga bae and make her pay like i'm an Oakland pimp
Why, why these niggas always talking crazy
And why every time they want smoke behind a lady
Twelve racks all dubs thigh pads Tom Brady
I was broke as hell i went and ran it up i got maintenance
This shit don't happen overnight you gotta grind and stay patient
I need my money all at once i don't know about no payments
Two important rules never lack or make statements
I usually hit it from the back but from the front if she ain't basic
Every time these niggas hit record they be lying though
Why they hoppin' on them songs with the tune trynna steal my flow
So familiar with that bread i'll count a loaf while my eyes is closed
I only want her for one night i'll send her home but i am not lil boat
How my nigga still slide around with poles and he can't even vote
You already know my heart is cold i'm getting dressed in a moncler coat
They don't love you until you in that suit and tie but i'm not with Hov
Can't nobody hold me down now i kinda feel like Diddy Combs