Cause when I leave for the night, I ain't coming back I'm talking pedicure on our toes, toes Trying on all our clothes, clothes Boys blowing up our phones, phones Drop
nuthin' changed Still doin' wild things, whippin' somethin' mean The whole shorts in the Rolls Royce is off For sure, bouncin' the bar on my next world
what's golden, matter of fact platinum, ?mores trap to mold in? Once I explode and I, burn up the road and Cruise around the globe, the cops thinkin' it's stolen Understand, the world
pen'll understand this shit Pop champagne like I won a championship (uhh, uhh) Chorus: sung by Notorious B.I.G. spoken words by Puff Been around the world
Aha, yeah, yeah In a world of, larger moves, new cars to cruise Sometimes I make the news, falsely accused I gotta shake the spot when the stakes is high
Now, who's hot who not Tell me who rock who sell out in the stores You tell me who flopped who copped the blue drop Who jewels got robbed who's mostly
was a drug we'd O.D. (c'mon) Got game for days - betta keep yo' broad away from a nigga like me I likes to play (I likes to play) Drop the top and feel
second......this is the remix so let's bring back my man, Craig Mack [Verse 4: Craig Mack] Aiyyo you must wanna be in the Guinness Book of World Records
uh huh, yeah) action, pack guns, ridiculous (ridiculous) And I'm quick to bust, if my ends you touch (uh huh) Kids or girl you touch (say what?), in this world
til he seemed hopeless, soon to be the dopest, cat comin Track stunnin, fame singin, his name ringin Money starts to pile, honeys start to wild Top notch drop top make everything he drop
the gutter for you motherfuckers (Niggaz know the deal) Niggaz know who the Don is (Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one) Peep game, uhh, what, what Out of this world
way that the rocks glow Want the world to see so we keeping them tops low Rascal, keep it on my lap for Broscoe One shot your blood drip thicker than Basco Drop
[P. Diddy - talking] Yeah There's three things I like about the summertime Drop tops, long hot nights and summer love Yeah Hey yo, B Tell 'em what time
It's on, it's on, it's on, yeah It's on, it's on, it's on, yeah It's on, it's on, it's on, yeah It's on, it's on, it's on, yeah I'm just a drop top flippin
then tear the floor up On the world tour with your whore out in Europe, head on the tour bus Do what them niggas them niggas in the drop thinks cooler
Yea, hmm Alright now Yea After the ultimate world blast that ended all things This is how we rebuilt shit from the underground up Bounce nigga, bounce
Money flowin' like a slit wrist, no bandage Blowin' purple clouds, nigga, I'm so sky high I ain't cuttin' anybody slices outta my pie Outta this world
honey 'Cause I'm fly like a bee Man, I got 'em all buzzin', buzzin', buzzin', buzzin' Like da, da, da, da, da, da, da Man, I got the world buzzin',