Puff Daddy & the Family – MMM ft. Diddy, Future & King Los Lyrics

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    (Intro – Future)
    Future Hendrix
    Like really yo, the millennium
    Diddy
    Woo
    Hey turn up, turn up
    Hey
    What you got there?
    Huh? Woo

    (Chorus – Future)
    Money making Mitch
    Money, money making Mitch
    Money making Mitch
    Money, money making Mitch
    Drop top serving up the dope, blat blat
    Way back, this is the pay back
    Permanent laid back
    Ni**as saying lay that
    Where in the xannies does it say that
    Money making Mitch
    Money, money making Mitch
    Money making Mitch
    Money, money making Mitch
    Drop top serving the dope when you raw
    With your broad when you click clack way back
    Now I’m with the freeband, way back, hey man
    Ni**a why the f**k would you say that?

    (Verse 1 – Puff Daddy & King Los)
    I don’t flex on ni**as
    I don’t talk no s**t
    I just get these checks
    And check my bi**h
    I’m a brick of that yay
    Feds peeping the spot
    Fiends outside
    Like them Yeezy’s gon drop
    Yeah, she think I’m a mack
    Call me a pimp
    Told her act like she know
    She ordered the shrimp
    I got some ni**as uptown
    They got some shit for that ass
    Don’t come on my block
    Without a visiting pass
    On the phone with my chick
    She said there’s work on your block
    Keep chasing that pu**y
    Get you murked on the spot
    I don’t play no games
    These ni**as is hoes
    Keep my girl in chinchilla
    Drape my ni**as in gold, I’m cold, ni**a

    (Repeat Chorus)

    (Verse 2 – Puff Daddy & King Los)
    Ay yo, I’m a motherf**king living legend
    Here’s a lesson, ni**a, wake up
    Pick a hustle, flip it, stretch it
    Whip it, press it, ship it, check it
    Shit perfected, in my presence
    Just might cop your bi**h a present
    What you stressing?
    This my section, I run it
    I’m ready for the winter when the summer come
    Real winner, breed ni**as that wanna win
    Bi**h, you f**king with a motherf**king 1 of 1
    I’m paid in full, trick, you got that Calvin in your eyes
    Before I fall off, I’ll replace the ground with the sky
    Yeah, just like my daddy
    Bi**h I should pull up and hop out the Caddy
    Rock for the family
    F**k being on the block, chopping them grams
    See my Oscars and Grammy’s, yachts in Miami
    Thrills to be rich, no life for a s**ker
    Tell my story, life of a hustler, I’m cold, ni**a

    (Repeat Chorus)

    (Verse 3 – Future)
    Money making Mitch
    Money, money making Mitch
    Money making Mitch
    Money, money making Mitch
    We be them d-boys standing in hallways
    We been posted up around here all day
    Money making Mitch
    Money, money making Mitch
    We had them leans in double cups
    We have the ones you ain’t gonna double up
    You know I’m gonna double up
    Trapping a habit you whip up a Xannie
    When I wear my watches I’m so undecided
    I got it popping like Whitney and Bobby
    They call me ace around here, ni**a
    The number one ni**a around here, ni**a
    I put my city and my ni**as on
    They wish they could stop me my money long
    They treated me just like I’m Al Capone
    Got my ni**as they treat me like Al Capone
    Know when you paid in full
    You go through the hood and you looking like millions
    When they doubted me that’s when when I went hard
    Then I got my whole city on

    (Repeat Chorus)

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