Diddy - Dirty Money - Hello Good Morning - Remix

(Yeah, yeah) Dirty Money (Yeah, yeah) Ricky Ross (Hello) Hello good morning, tell me what the lip read (woo) Pretty face, thin waist with the sick weave (woo) First time fish tailing in the 6 speed (woo) Real bad boy, tell 'em come and get me I'm at the fight, been kinda like Bellmen Only took a trip to the truck twice Unpacked the Mac 11 and Air Max's Stuff six figures in my damn air mattress Uh, I'm in love with large bills A dime with a fat ass, thin waist and tall heels Yeah, it's the Teflon Don Hundred carrots in the charm Tryna give it back to Sean (Sean) Hello, good morning (Let's go, let's ride) Hello, good morning (yeah, come on) Hello, good morning Know you've been waiting for it 'Cause I seen you watching So let's go Let's get it popping 'Cause I've been leaning on the bar Looking cleaner than the star All these broads won't give me my props Twenty-five on the bag, I be stunting on they ass And they mad cause the bitch won't stop Got your boyfriend feeling like a groupie (You know, you know, you know we on that) Still life but it's looking like a movie (You know, you know, you know we on that) And everybody know who the truth be (You know, you know, you know we on that) Eyes low 'cause I'm blowing on the ooh-wee (uh) (You know, you know, you know we on that) (uh) Hello I just came up in it a little bit self-centered But did I kill a Queen? Now Alexander McQueen's (come on) Got the wrist on glow, the bottles is on po' Got that shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy ya, shimmy y- (let's go) What the fuck I look like, bitch? I run this town I ain't coming out for less than a hundred thou' Man, last time I checked I was bubbling now Gotta turn down shows out in Dublin now (uh-huh, yeah) Wait, wait, hold on, maybe they didn't get that here Like eleven hundred horses when I switch that gear I just swerve on 'em, sorta like I missed that dear (yeah, come on) Then I press that little button on the sit-back chair (uh-huh, let's go) Bitch I do it 'cause I get it, I got billion dollar credit If you got a million dollars you could put it up and bet it (uh-huh) I just be like, "Hello, hello" but I never could salute dem (uh-uh, yeah) Young Money, I do it for the yute dem Hello, good morning (Let's go, let's ride) Hello, good morning (yeah, come on) Hello Ay yo Ay yo, turn me up a little bit more I don't think they can hear me Check this out Bad Boy bitch Let's work Come on, let's work Don't stop, let's rock, let's work It's the Dirt Money Uh, how fly is he? Your baby momma cry for me like Jodeci (let's go) So how you not notice me? Pull up to the club in the coldest V (come on) Uh, literally cold (yeah) Little did he know how that nigga Diddy flow (that's right) How that nigga Diddy go so hard (yeah) Like a crowbar, still getting dough, what Whoa, whoa (yeah) (turn that bass up) Yeah, I like this (come on) Can you feel it? (Can you feel it?) Can you feel it? Nothing can save ya Yeah, uh It's that Dirty money (turn the lights out) Got your boyfriend feeling like a groupie (You know, you know, you know we on that) Still life but it's looking like a movie (You know, you know, you know, we on that) And everybody know who the truth be (You know, you know, you know we on that) Eyes low 'cause I'm blowing on the ooh-wee (You know, you know, you know we on that) Hello, good morning (Let's go, let's ride) Hello, good morning (yeah, come on) Hello (hello)