Big Homie Lyrics - Singles - Diddy

You could go to any hood, bet they know me 

Rose gold pinky ring, master Rollie 

Boy, you'se a little nigga, Gary Coleman 

I be calling all the shots, big homie 

Big homie, big homie, big homie, big homie 

Boy, you'se a little nigga, Gary Coleman 

I be calling all the shots, big homie 

I'm winnin' 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 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 

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I could go to any hood, bet they know me 

Rose gold pinky ring, master Rollie 

Boy, you'se a little nigga, Gary Coleman 

I be calling all the shots, big homie 

Big homie, big homie, big homie, big homie 

Boy, you'se a little nigga, Gary Coleman 

I be calling all the shots, big homie, 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 'fuck the police' 

Bugatti swerving lane to lane, we gettin' money 

Once promoters say my name, fly bitches coming 

These ratchet bitches love a nigga so cuff your chick in 

More 80's than the 80's, nigga, I'm money mention, I'm money mention 

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You could go to any hood, bet they know me 

Rose gold pinky ring, master Rollie 

Boy, you'se a little nigga, Gary Coleman 

I be calling all the shots, big homie 

Big homie, big homie, big homie, big homie 

Boy, you'se a little nigga, Gary Coleman 

I be calling all the shots, 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 Rovers, that's for affection 

My bitches get the realest nigga, 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 millimeter 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 nigga, Gary Coleman 

I be calling all the shots, big homie 

Big homie, big homie, big homie, big homie 

Boy, you'se a little nigga, Gary Coleman 

I be calling all the shots, big homie, big homie 

I be calling all the shots, big homie, big homie (Ha!)