Tekster:
P Diddy Dirty Money

(Diddy) You gonna believe me now though Tryin' to get up in your body your spirit take your soul (Chorus) Come here girl Let me creep in your world

fo' sheezy You can find me up in One Tweezy Sunday, gettin me some sleep please!!! I'm on my way to the Dec to hit Jazzy Tee's, holla!!! [P. Diddy] Aiyyo

on, it's on, yeah It's on, it's on, it's on, yeah I'm just a drop top flippin', flippin' Fifth of yacht sippin', sippin' Dope crack that's going in the strip clubs tippin' M J G ah, P I M P

I am the king of the city, top down windows, I'm puffin' like Diddy Ridin' 'cause the haters face mad, team gritty Honk your horn twice if your missies

money You ain't got enough money Get big, get big, get big, get big This that Dirty Money crew Yeah, hey yo Dorrough, it's ys boy Diddy It's big nigga

, shout that Ask Master P, I'm bout that Everybody know I'm holding In the party, pocket swollen Rock and rolling Competition catching coals in they colon Love that you made money

Watchin' all them pimps drivin' around in their Hummers, we also play, all for sports, Hockey, Football, Baseball & Basketball So Peace out y'all! I'm From Montreal! (P. Diddy

the back of my mind [EN] Go a-head with the bullshit, tomorrow ain't promised [EN] I'm pushin' the rock to stop from getting knocked unconscious [Chorus] [P. Diddy

Montreal City, I Wanna hear ya clap if you Montreal City, Put Ya hands up if you Montreal City, I Wanna hear ya clap if you Montreal City. (P. Diddy)