Puff Daddy & The Family and Gizzle - Harlem

I ain't gon' sugarcoat it for these niggas
(Turn up that radio, turn up that motherfuckin' radio
Turn up that radio, turn up that motherfuckin' radio)

King of New York, John Gotti issues
Chanel sneakers, Maserati issues
You comin' to poli', bring those Bugattis with you
Let's hop on this jet and go to Marnie Crystal
But bring that silk suit from Armani with you
You can roll where money makin' is a army with you
But back in the States on 8th
When you come through nigga, bring a motherfuckin' phone with you
I'm talkin' whips, I'm talkin' bitches
You can see the picture, you ain't gotta take the picture
Spend the money nigga, nigga, you can take it with you
They hatin' on you 'cause they can't make it with you
So they stand there and they try to fake it with you
No rings, actin' like the Bulls and the Lakers with you
Go ahead nigga, get some paper with you
Forty mules and a acre with you
MSG front row, MGM front row
All I do is get bitches, get money, want more
I'ma make it with you, let that Cîroc flow, flow (flow, flow)

Turn up, turn up, turn up

Two in the mornin', flyin' through Harlem
I'm the flyest nigga in Harlem
I ain't got no problem with money, money's a problem
Two in the mornin', flyin' through Harlem
I'm the flyest nigga in Harlem
I ain't got no problem with money, money's a problem
Niggas get your fam kidnapped, get you robbed in
Cross me, see heaven
I'm flyin' down Seventh in a seventh
Hear my name when you hit one eleventh
Cross 110th Street, they make legends
I'm Money Makin' Mitch reincarnated
Money makin' bitches in the condo and they all naked

The room reeked of reefer
Don't mind her, she's a screamer
Two nineteens are in the ether
Preferential treatment, she needs time to get decent
I'm feelin' so Mitchy, please baby, no hickies
Today's without that good
She's so bitchy
Our hearts are not here, her words are unclear
She's thumpin' down there
You about to start love trippin', you sex kitten
Ain't nobody ever had it this juicy since Biggie
I know you wanna see world, girl I'm big Billy
And I've been to cities just to eat Denny's, I'm really different
Are you aware that there's more than six senses?
All the bottles are empty, this clear was just kicked into high gear
I double tap to best friend in real life nigga
Forever is what it feels like
Kobe playin' with Mike

Written by:
Austin Owens, Darryl McDaniels, David Styles, Glenda Proby, James Foye III, John Padgett, Joseph Ward Simmons, Paul Simon, Sean Combs

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