[Intro: Puff Daddy]
Don't be afraid to get old, man
You may learn some shit
You may know some shit
You may see some shit
Haha
Bitch showed me how it's old
I had to tell her

[Chorus: Puff Daddy]
You could go to any hood, bet they know me
Rose gold pinky ring; matchin' Rollie
Boy, you'se a little n***a; Gary Coleman
I be calling all the shots, I'm big homie
Big homie, big homie, big homie, big homie
Boy, you'se a little n***a; Gary Coleman
I be calling all the shots, I'm big homie

[Verse 1: Puff Daddy]
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 Boy Records, bitch, you know I run it
CÎROC 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
[Chorus: Puff Daddy]
You could go to any hood, bet they know me
Rose gold pinky ring; matchin' Rollie
Boy, you'se a little n***a; Gary Coleman
I be calling all the shots, I'm big homie
Big homie, big homie, big homie, big homie
Boy, you'se a little n***a; Gary Coleman
I be calling all the shots, I'm big homie

[Verse 2: Puff Daddy]
Diddy go to any hood, big Rollie
Top down on any block, n***as 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 promoter say my name, fly bitches coming
These ratchet bitches love a n***a so cuff your chick in
More '80s than the '80s, n***a, I'm Money Mitchin
I'm money Mitchin

[Chorus: Puff Daddy]
You could go to any hood, bet they know me
Rose gold pinky ring; matchin' Rollie
Boy, you'se a little n***a; Gary Coleman
I be calling all the shots, I'm big homie
Big homie, big homie, big homie, big homie
Boy, you'se a little n***a; Gary Coleman
I be calling all the shots, I'm big homie
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
My bitches get the Christians, n***a, and Giuseppe
My bitches get the Birkin, n***a, they hold the weapons
My bitches get the Range Rovers, that's for affection
My bitches get the realest n***a, she's my reflection
I make my bitches traffic dope, that's my profession
She swallow dope and looking pregnant, time for C-section
They count your pockets where I'm from, hit block, they bless us
50 mill a meter drum, go get them stretchers
Get them stretchers

[Chorus: Puff Daddy]
You could go any hood, bet they know me
Rose gold pinky ring; matchin' Rollie
Boy, you'se a little n***a; Gary Coleman
I be calling all the shots, I'm big homie
Big homie, big homie, big homie, big homie
Boy, you'se a little n***a; Gary Coleman
I be calling all the shots, I'm big homie

[Outro: French Montanna & Puff Daddy]
Big homie
Big homie
Big homie
Big homie
I'll be calling all the shots, I'm big homie
Hannn