Lyrics

[Intro: Diddy] See, sometimes in life, these motherfuckers take your kindness for weakness So, sometimes in life, you just got to blow their motherfucking faces off (Remix!) [Chorus: Future] I wear Gucci, I wear Bally at the same damn time On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time Selling white, selling mid, at the same damn time Fucking two bad bitches at the same damn time At the same damn time, at the same damn time At the same damn time, at the same damn time I'm at Pluto, I'm at Mars at the same damn time On the sofa, popping bottles, at the same damn time [Interlude: Diddy] Ayy yo, turn my mic up, man I don't even know why motherfuckers is trying to touch this motherfucker Niggas' pedegree ain't pure enough for this Niggas, you can't multi-task, nigga! Ya'll niggas can't multitask! (Huh, mothefuckers) You know you can't do the remix without me Don't nobody talk shit like me, bitch – check it out [Verse 1: Diddy] Boy, your money and my money ain't the same damn kind I can live your life and my life at the same damn time See my "riding out" money, that's yo' "buy yo' house" money I got that "I can build a mall right by your house" money (Hold up) Say you got that 550, you talking 'bout that Benz, nigga? (C'mon) Say I got that 550, I'm talking 'bout them M's, nigga All black Phantom, white seats, I killed them, bring them white sheets Say "Ooh, I think she like me," 'cause I cop Maybachs like white tees I'm in Time, People, Fortune, Forbes same damn time (That's right) XXL, GQ, Vibe, Source same damn time (That's right) Nigga, you don't live that shit that's in yo' lame ass rhymes Y'all done woke a sleeping giant, now the game back mine Don't be mad, nigga, be motivated [Chorus: Future] I wear Gucci, I wear Bally at the same damn time (Let's go!) On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time (Remix!) Selling white, selling mid, at the same damn time Fucking two bad bitches at the same damn time At the same damn time, at the same damn time At the same damn time, at the same damn time I'm at Pluto, I'm at Mars at the same damn time On the sofa, popping bottles, at the same damn time [Verse 2: Future] I'm in Phipps with the set going crazy (Crazy) Got some diamonds 'round my neck, no fugazi (They real) Bad bitches in the suite, tryna to bait me (For real) Just a young hood nigga, streets raised me (Yea yea) Working with a unit, tryna stretch it to another one Drinking on that ActiVis, then it tasting like some bubble gum Thumbing through the check (Check), boarding on a jet (Jet) Talking on the iPhone, sipping out the styrofoam That dirty got my mind gone, that money got my mind blown VVS and white stones, VVS and white stones (Uhh) I'm rolling like a Rolling Stone Freebandz on Al Capone (Straight up) And my cash way long (Turn up) I see a bunch of clones [Chorus: Future] I wear Gucci, I wear Bally at the same damn time (Let's go!) On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time (Remix!) Selling white, selling mid, at the same damn time Fucking two bad bitches at the same damn time At the same damn time, at the same damn time At the same damn time, at the same damn time I'm at Pluto, I'm at Mars at the same damn time On the sofa, popping bottles, at the same damn time [Verse 3: Ludacris] Luda is unstoppable (Heyy), his money is astronomical (Heyy) Sell as many records as a nigga like me, that shit is just impossible Rappers is delusional, and now they talking more shit Anything is liable to come out of the mouth of a desperate starving broke bitch Choke, bitch, you used to be good, but now you garbage (Garbage) Any nigga that wanna step up to the plate and battle will get demolished (Blaa!) My flows is rubbing off, just like they fingernail polish (Aaah) You rappers ain't got no swag, you need to kill your fucking stylist (Oooh) They biting like piranhas (Yeea), then crying to they momma (Yea) These niggas best'a call they troops back, like Obama That trash that ya spitted didn't phase me (Phase me) Matter fact, ya record label still pays me (Pays me) See Luda never starting, shit I'm always on my grind But I'll respond three rappers at the same damn time (Luda!) [Chorus: Future] I wear Gucci, I wear Bally at the same damn time (Let's go!) On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time (Remix!) Selling white, selling mid, at the same damn time Fucking two bad bitches at the same damn time At the same damn time, at the same damn time At the same damn time, at the same damn time I'm at Pluto, I'm at Mars at the same damn time On the sofa, popping bottles, at the same damn time