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t-bone - sean combs lyrics

[intro]

[hook: t bone]
getting it in, my zone
walk into the bank like it’s my home
trapping like a b-tch i got two phones
all this money in my pocket feel like sean combs
sean combs, sean combs
counting all this dirty money feel like sean combs
trapping like a b-tch i got two phones
all this money in my pocket feel like sean combs

[verse 1: t bone]
i’m trying to flex, in the club we trying to flex
my n-ggas next, b-tch n-gga my n-ggas next
cut that check, we can talk if you can cut that check
show me respect, all i want is my d-mn respect
b-tch i’m balling, f-ck is you saying
getting money’s number one
so we ain’t tripping off you hating
hit the mall, b-tch we cashing out
drink until we p-ssing out
wake up then do it again, now i’m in your b-tch mouth
go, man you n-ggas getting no paper
if your girl eye balling, best believe a n-gga will take her
you can have her back i don’t date her
i don’t own a cape, i don’t save her
and i guess we on top, cause all my old hoes is haters
boy you f-cking with my team, you get jumped like a hurdle
plus it’s not suspenders on but two straps, steve urkel
promise bone gone too feed his n-ggas
cause my n-ggas riding with me
so they getting money with me
do all numbers, expect fifty

[verse 2: t bone]
you n-ggas mad, n-ggas mad cause we in this b-tch
no stopping now, counting money we getting rich
you can hang that up, n-ggas p-ssed ain’t doing sh-t
don’t look at me, i can’t help you with your b-tch
work, and now we getting paid
we was grinding but we couldn’t make, but now we got it made
we hot n-gga, no shade
we shining out, no cave
my old hoes trying to bug me, but b-tch i got that raid
quench her thirst, gatorade
and we don’t need your help
we did this on our own n-gga
couldn’t wait on no one else
these n-ggas looking for hand outs
you can get that somewhere else
so s.m.g. to the death of me, can’t f-ck with no one else
and we made it too the top
and ain’t no way we coming down
all them hoes who did me wrong, hope them b-tches see me now
cause i’m balling on these n-ggas
and even more on these hoes
these broke n-ggas they hate us
cause they ain’t getting no paper

- t bone lyrics

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