Full Lyrics : Maino - Sean Combs

[Intro]

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

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 damn 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 passing 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

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

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 pissed ain't doing shit

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

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

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