If You Want This Money Lyrics - Singles - P. Diddy & The Bad Boy Family

You are now entering a Bad Boy zone 

You are now entering a Bad Boy zone 

You are now entering a Bad Boy zone 

Yeah 

This is for the niggas who ain't got shit to love 

I cripple thugs, just because 

You not Jada but you could, kiss the slugs 

Until your place hit up 

Rap niggas in the studio, wasting bucks 

You're better off making sure papi know your name well 

Guess who ghostwrite for me, my brain sails, sells 

Now believe it, better place checks, Bad Boy, big things nigga, HF 

I put it down for mine, my crew live a life of crime 

Constantly non-stop, when they on the climb 

And BK, no such thing, it's dark 

The sun go down, the tool start to spark 

Outline in chalk, moms lift the part 

Cases handle in the street, motherfuck the court 

Shouldn't talk the talk, you can't walk the walk 

It's The Hoodfellaz, what the fuck y'all thought? 

Now if you want this money baby 

Then I guess you in the right place 

And if your mind ain't right sugar 

Then you need to get up outta my face 

So what's the deal? 

Cant' ya see how a nigga feel? 

And let me know if you gon' ride tonight 

'Cause this paper we makin' is real, all day 

It's like that y'all 

Don't get it twisted with the rap y'all 

Still walk around with the gat y'all 

Don't make me have to point it at y'all and clap y'all 

That's how I see things goin' 

Chains showin', rings glowin', Range Rovin' 

And my nigga push K I's like Beethoven 

It's gonna stay like that till the Pearly Gates open 

And here we go, aiyyo, let's get it where it needs to be 

Tuned in to the, P-the-D, please believe 

I told y'all it's on for life 

The only bars I ever be behind is the one's I co-write 

Hold it down, hold the crown 

What I gotta brag for? Y'all should know by now 

Cats talk this and that, so we rip the track 

This a fact, it's a wrap, uh! 

Now if you want this money baby 

Then I guess you in the right place 

And if your mind ain't right sugar 

Then you need to get up outta my face 

So what's the deal? 

Cant' ya see how a nigga feel? 

And let me know if you gon' ride tonight 

'Cause this paper we makin' is real, all day 

Yo, yo, niggas mad at the fact we bad 

Man I won't stop like a New York Taxicab 

If your shit wack, we burn 

If you got beef, we come back like a tax return 

We get money, hold money, no quotas 

We gon' fuck around and do this murder, no motive 

Aiyyo, I burn more, wait till I drop it 

Then you can learn more 'cause you a turn-off 

Numb in my veins and bought enough to numbin' the brain 

Lovin' the brain, let a slob till it's come and arrange 

Strollin' the block, honey holdin' the glock 

1-9, come on baby, it's crunch time 

In a truck blue, yellin' my fuck you's 

Doin' a buck-2, circle hoods like Doug Ghouls 

Huggin' the piece, ha ha, Sim is the word on the street 

Come on, I can make dessert outta beef 

Now if you want this money baby 

Then I guess you in the right place 

And if your mind ain't right sugar 

Then you need to get up outta my face 

So what's the deal? 

Cant' ya see how a nigga feel? 

And let me know if you gon' ride tonight 

'Cause this paper we makin' is real, all day 

Now if you want this money baby 

Then I guess you in the right place 

And if your mind ain't right sugar 

Then you need to get up outta my face 

So what's the deal? 

Cant' ya see how a nigga feel? 

And let me know if you gon' ride tonight 

'Cause this paper we makin' is real, all day 

Now if you want this money baby 

Then I guess you in the right place 

And if your mind ain't right sugar 

Then you need to get up outta my face 

So what's the deal? 

Cant' ya see how a nigga feel? 

And let me know if you gon' ride tonight