Puff Daddy - Big Homie Feat. Rick Ross & French Montana

 

Lyrics to Big Homie by Puff Daddy Feat. Rick Ross & French Montana
  [Hook: Puff Daddy] You could go to any hood, bet they know me Rose gold pinky ring; master Rollie Boy, you'se a little n-gga; 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-gga; Gary Coleman I be calling all the shots, I'm big homie [Verse 1: Puff Daddy] I'm winning for the new bitch, she was stunting That pussy got a paper tag and it's a hundred My bellman call me Sir Combs, I'm Richard Drummond My Rolls Royce sprayed 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 [Hook] [Verse 2: Puff Daddy] Diddy go to any hood, big Rollie Top down on any block, n-ggas know me The only one that's topping Forbes, I'm getting lonely See us out here racing yachts like ''f-ck the police'' Bugatti swerving lane to lane, we getting money once promoter say my name, fly bitches coming These ratchet bitches love a n-gga so cough your chick in More 80's than the 80's, n-gga, I'm money mention I'm money mention [Hook] [Verse 3: Rick Ross] My bitches get the Christians, n-gga, [?] My bitches get the [?], n-gga, they hold the weapons My bitches get the Range Rovers, that's for affection My bitches get the realest n-gga, 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