You could go to any hood

Bet they know me

Rose gold pinky ring;

Master Rollie

Boy, you'se a little n***a

Gary Coleman

I be calling all the shots

I'm big homie

Big homie, big homie

Big homie, big homie

Boy, you'se a little n***a

Gary Coleman

I be calling all the shots,

I'm big homie

I'm winnin' for the new b***h

She was stunting

That p***y got a paper tag

And it's a hundred

My bellman call me Sir Combs

I'm Richard Drummond

My Rolls Royce spray cologne

The fragrance money

It's Bad Boys Records

Bitch, you know I run it

Ciroc Amaretto coming

Them bitches love it

I show up with my jewelry on

And never doubt it

You show up with your jewelry on

And leave without it

I could go to any hood

Bet they know me

Rose gold pinky ring; master Rollie

Boy, you'se a little n***a

Gary Coleman

I be calling all the shots

I'm big homie

Big homie, big homie

Big homie, big homie

Boy, you'se a little n***a

Gary Coleman

I be calling all the shots,

I'm big homie

Diddy go to any hood, big Rollie

Top down on any block

Niggas know me

The only one that's topping Forbes

I'm gettin' lonely

See us out here racing yachts like

F**k the police

Bugatti swerving lane to lane

We getting money

Once promoter say my name

Fly bitches coming

These ratchet bitches love a n***a

So cough your chick in

More 80's than the 80's

Nigga, I'm money mention

I'm money mention

You could go to any hood

Bet they know me

Rose gold pinky ring master Rollie

Boy, you'se a little n***a

Gary Coleman

I be calling all the shots

I'm big homie

Big homie, big homie

Big homie, big homie

Boy, you'se a little n***a

Gary Coleman

I be calling all the shots,

I'm big homie

I'm big homie

My bitches get the Christians

Nigga, and Giuseppe

My bitches get the Berkin

Nigga, they hold the weapons

My bitches get the Range Rover

That's for affection

My bitches get the realest n***a

She's my reflection

I make my bitches traffic dope

That's my profession

She swallow dope

And looking pregnant

Time for c-section

Thank God your pockets

Where I'm from

Here block, they bless us

50 mill a meter drum,

Go get them stretchers

Get them stretchers

You could go to any hood

Bet they know me

Rose gold pinky ring; master Rollie

Boy, you'se a little n***a

Gary Coleman

I be calling all the shots

I'm big homie

Big homie, big homie

Big homie, big homie

Boy, you'se a little n***a

Gary Coleman

I be calling all the shots,

I'm big homie

Big homie, big homie

Big homie, big homie

Big homie

I be calling all the shots,

I'm big homie

Big homie