Diddy — On Top

[Verse 1: Loon] Yo, I’m a gangsta, outlaw, indoor, outdoor Nigga tell me right, Loon going southpaw This is Bad Boy, we don’t give a fuck about y’all Step in the room, see the bitch come up out y’all I fuck with niggas, but it’s something about y’all Acting like Loon can’t do shit without y’all I call my menses in Benzes to out y’all See how it feel when your friends be without y’all I been doing it; coke, I been moving it Before you niggas thought of the block, I been through with it Keep confusing this music shit, die for some foolishness Frontin’ like you hard when you’s a bitch You hit the block, probably lose your whip Niggas snatch your watch and the rocks out your crucifix Watch how we do this shit, Bad Boy 2K’n it So playboy, what type of pimpin’ is you playing with? [Chorus: Marsha] See, they Bad Boy money can’t done You’re too slow, can’t keep up, na betta run You try to stop it but we’ve gone too far You try to stop it but we’re just too large See, they Bad Boy money can’t done You’re too slow, can’t keep up, na betta run You try to stop it but we’ve gone too far You try to stop it but we’re just too large [Verse 2: Puff Daddy] Let’s get, one thing clear Still the same cat who put the ‘Flava in Ya Ear’ Still the same cat who let B.I.G. rock with Total Most wanted, successful rap mogul Still got niggas whylin’ out on the floor Still got the sky blue drop-top Azure Still at eat at Justin’s and Sean John velour Still humble, and still want more Still hate war, still want peace And I still can’t stand to see Blacks beefin’ Y’all still sleepin’ and we still eatin’ Still bring the heat, whylin’ out on the weekend Still happenin’, Black, and don’t need a reason Still platinum, back in London and Sweden Still pack the Garden like Adam did Eve’n And still got rhymes to leave your girlfriend freakin’ Ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha-ha [Chorus: Marsha] See, they Bad Boy money can’t done You’re too slow, can’t keep up, na betta run You try to stop it but we’ve gone too far You try to stop it but we’re just too large See, they Bad Boy money can’t done You’re too slow, can’t keep up, na betta run You try to stop it but we’ve gone too far You try to stop it but we’re just too large [Verse 3] [Loon] Ayo, besides all the money and riches, videos and pictures Slip and these silly hoes’ll getcha But not me, I’m too cocky I love when the women scream “Hey, papi” I love when a chick leave my crib knock-kneed And I love when a player hater try to knock me Or cock block me, but you can’t stop me You cuff ‘em all you want, but you can’t top me [Puff Daddy] I’m just a B-A-D, B-O-Y Son, we multiply—nigga, we don’t die Niggas frontin’ like we ain’t fly But nigga can’t name nothin’ that we ain’t buy Or we ain’t try, or we ain’t drive The judge said “Not guilty” and he ain’t lie Niggas need a hit, it’s to me they cry So why front like nigga P.D. ain’t live Come on, man [Chorus: Marsha] See, they Bad Boy money can’t done You’re too slow, can’t keep up, na betta run You try to stop it but we’ve gone too far You try to stop it but we’re just too large See, they Bad Boy money can’t done You’re too slow, can’t keep up, na betta run You try to stop it but we’ve gone too far You try to stop it but we’re just too large See, they Bad Boy money can’t done You’re too slow, can’t keep up, na betta run You try to stop it but we’ve gone too far You try to stop it but we’re just too large See, they Bad Boy money can’t done You’re too slow, can’t keep up, na betta run You try to stop it but we’ve gone too far You try to stop it but we’re just too large [Outro: Marsha] You got some niggas, real thingers Real money makers, no fake—Bad Boy’s on top And they won’t stop, no You got some niggas, real thingers Real money makers, no fake—Bad Boy’s on top And they won’t stop, no