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Scream & Shout

Diddy

Scream & Shout

2012

I'm stackin' paper
Money to the ceiling, now I need a skyscraper
You are now, now rockin' with
Will.I.Am and (Britney bitch)
Waka Flocka Flame, Lil'

a present
It's a fucking Mac-11
Send your boyfriend to heaven
Yup, Christmas season
I ain't playing if she just teasing
Niggas know me, I'm not weeded but

I'm saying
Me fin-nini-na
Fee-fi-dididee-yay
Just give me my check and I'll be on my way
Sunny bunny money and funny
You ain't even listening and I

know this (You know this)[00:36.18]Get me like a drink, come back now I'm right by you[00:40.21]Look you in yo eyes now you smiling too[00:43.40]Yah fine

we got money to shine
Big Bully by any means we get by
Bounties on bounties im just taking what mine
So drink crackle bottle and pour for them lost

You're blinded by that Bruce Wayne money 
Haha, you on that new age nothing fronting Bruce Wayne money 
See I'm the joker in that noose saying "fuck

a baker still[01:17.49]may play the field like Rams[01:18.79]Take a look into that mirror[01:20.09]I'm like, damn, there go that man mama[01:21.73]'Fore you

this green
If they want the smoke then I guess I'm a rasta
I mix my flows and my words in a pot and I just started stirring it like it was pasta
I wasn't

Too much money do the money dance
17s on the whip from these rubber bands
Looking finer than a bitch on a summer night
Took some reps to get ripped but

I was born in the 757
Not to eleven eleven
I was the first mistake
To make it up out the heavens
And i’m being told that
I have came from the heavens

pipe down
Down me was a trend, now I'm up, so where's the hype now

Heaven gates, no Kevin Gates, got six jobs, I ain't tied
She know I'm DTB, but she

Jesus alive where the coffin
Judas in the mix take precaution
Yes we all made in his image but we not the same I'm a limited option

Yes I am rare I am

that got these haters suckin' lemons
She taking selfies, poppin' pussy, this a hoe's heaven
She praying that a nigga save her but I'm no reverend
Real

where your heavens at
Seven
Right next to six
Know my dad used to say
Careful when you're trying to get that cake
One false move and I'm bout to come up

I Refuse Limitation

Goodie Mob

Still Standing

1998

singing
Homeboys conceal your weapons
Cuz ain't gon be no smoking section in heaven
No more be buckin your luck
Seven eleven on the first roll
Don't

Ronnie Coleman

Action Bronson

Dr. Lecter

2011

When I'm alone
Smoking weed, sitting by the window in my home
Often thinking why the fuck is it I'm not in Rome
If I had a little motivation,

Ohh My
Stacking P's to more than get by
Fuck scraping the bottom, I'm tryna get right
Get your own ima get mine
And greatness is a process you know it

Perfect Time

Curren$y

Jet Files

thirty fourth to JFK by helicopter 
I'm in the magazines you're in barbershops reading 'bout me 
And I know your girl made you mo' mad 
When she picked

bond
Son of god, whose riding dirty
Got a good vibe, she's getting flirty
Bought the house, I'm by the river
Hustle good, that's kinda killer
Mix tequila

kins
Actions I heard just coming out Your neck

Change the way I flip it
Stack ah dollar double tax
Posted by the dead end
Stepping in sum air max
Said

to run for office
Money the topic the profit large or microscopic we opt in
Another name for your top ten, Solomen please say the Pade
I'm pleased by

the ghost John Wick
Oh fuck I'm hard as God, had a sex-o-gasm
When I stuck my carbon rod in your ectoplasm
Now tell me where to throw my nut cause I'm

Everyone judge, some don't like it when they hear the voice
But I don't idol by, on the forefront wit my boys
And now your ex a factor so competition is null

Don't involve my name with no mix-up
Pole on my waist, got my 'ting tucked
Have your mum putting flower by
Your grave while pouring
That liquor like she