Sean Combs

[Intro] [Hook: T Bone] Getting it in, My Zone Walk into the bank like it's my home Trapping like a bitch 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 bitch 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 niggas next, bitch nigga my niggas next Cut that check, we can talk if you can cut that check Show me respect, all I want is my damn respect Bitch I'm balling, fuck is you saying Getting money's number one So we ain't tripping off you hating Hit the mall, bitch we cashing out Drink until we passing out Wake up then do it again, now I'm in your bitch mouth Go, man you niggas getting no paper If your girl eye balling, best believe a nigga 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 fucking 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 niggas Cause my niggas riding with me So they getting money with me Do all numbers, expect fifty [Hook: T Bone] Getting it in, My Zone Walk into the bank like it's my home Trapping like a bitch 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 bitch I got two phones All this money in my pocket feel like Sean Combs [Verse 2: T Bone] You niggas mad, niggas mad cause we in this bitch No stopping now, counting money we getting rich You can hang that up, niggas pissed ain't doing shit Don't look at me, I can't help you with your bitch Work, and now we getting paid We was grinding but we couldn't make, But now we got it made We hot nigga, no shade We shining out, no cave My old hoes trying to bug me, but bitch I got that raid Quench her thirst, gatorade And we don't need your help We did this on our own nigga Couldn't wait on no one else These niggas looking for hand outs You can get that somewhere else So S.M.G. to the death of me, can't fuck 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 bitches see me now Cause I'm balling on these niggas And even more on these hoes These broke niggas they hate us Cause they ain't getting no paper [Hook: T Bone] Getting it in, My Zone Walk into the bank like it's my home Trapping like a bitch 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 bitch I got two phones All this money in my pocket feel like Sean Combs