gone? And people got the nerve to blame you for it And you know you woulda took the bullet if you saw it But you felt it and still feel it And money
I really want is you Your touch, your sense, my love Baby, all I want is you, baby, only one is you, baby Bet you know I'm Diddy, ho, real dealy-o Real
make sure she can hear me) (Them haters can't tell you nothin') (No) (Listen to me) That love's gonna get you, motherfucker Smoke weed, listenin' to Sade I left my pain in Paris
I don't even know about that redemption 'Cause I still hear someone whispering Trying to tell me something bout you Don't know how to tell him I'm through
all these broads wont give me my props 25 on the bank I be stunting on there ass and they mad cause the bitch won't stop [Diddy - Dirty Money- Chorus
[Diddy (B.I.G.)] Uh-huh... This that Dirty Money.. Uh-huh... (Uh..Uh..) It's that Dirty Money [The Notorious B.I.G. - verse taken from "My Downfall"]
..lets travel in style just want to see you happy and smiling i can change your life in one flight, lets take off tonight, come on (dirty money) we go
Reminiscing me and biggie bringing boys home Father figure, hating for them other niggaz Dirty money went and brought a money printer Now my money longer on the Mississippi river Money
The way I love you girl You should do the same Some things never change No more pain thank god you came girl I'll give you my first I'll give you my last
Love is the party, my heart is such a disco-ball She's in line waiting, my guest list too long I told her I would love her, love her as forever Forever
gotta do is turn your shit up It's what you want It's what you need It's what you get It's what you like It's the Dirty Money Girl, when you're everything
bass, talk to 'em It's the Dirty Money, motherfuckers, it's the Dirty Money, motherfuckers It's the Dirty Money, motherfuckers, it's the Dirty Money,
a drug I try to go but end up wanting more Stuck in my head vivid as a picture I Wanna be clean but I can't get rid of her [Diddy] uh Give my all you
You told me That you?d always be my love You showed me My love just wasn?t enough Now I?m on this train The tracks falling off of my brain It won?t
Uh, before you get here Put yo panties in yo pocketbook That's what I told her, over the Motorola Hennessy and Cola I hold her at attention with my manors
-cked up, I know I f-cked up I know I f-cked up yeah (I'm sorry baby) Baby I need you, baby I need you, yeah I need you baby yeah [Diddy] But now you
[Dirty Money] So hard to breathe this air that we call love, Aint nothing worse than the hurt we receive from love, When you get hurt by the one you living
the most high Dope boy and there's even in the bow tie Oh boy cause you know I got them close ties (all aboard) the last train to Paris Wheels look like