10 Million $ Mortgage lyrics

by

Diddy


[Verse 1]
How's it feel to watch your bank account go from a zero
To a million, I can tell you 'bout the feeling, I can tell you not
Build for this sh*t, my n*gga you should leave the building
Cause when we in the building you gotta be built for real sh*t
Real life death threats cause of my icy necklace, what
You want my chain, will that take away your pain, f*ck it
Take my watch, my rings and my Range
My 10 million dollar mortgage, you still the same lame
Motherf*cker that ain't want it bad as I did, you ain't rap like I did
You just say it how you would, but when we talking platinum n*gga wood is no good
Born and raised in L.A, we was 'Boyz N tha Hood'
Yeah, I been turnt up, I been the noise in the hood
Boys with the boys, jumping out on boys from the bush
Yeah, now the hardest choice I make is which one should I push
The Bentley or the Roll Royce, I grew up and got more toys

[Break]

[Verse 2]
I'm forever 'bout whatever yeah we ready for war
I ain't dancing on the dope, what I'm selling is pure
You fascinated with the flow I'm masturbating
I'm stroking my ego, we know you mad I made it
Being broke'll make you evil, the love of money will do the same
Who to blame, either way I need a new Bugatti
You been hating for a minute you need a new hobby
You ain't getting paid off that sh*t, you better lay off that sh*t, bruh
I fell in love making it rain on that b*tch bruh
Fell outta love I can't complain about that sh*t tho
You see my son yeah he the best of me, give him all the good of me
Give y'all what's left in me, uh
Appetite for destruction, I got the recipe
Everybody eats, but we'll get to that later, let's get to this paper
Cause you ain't doing sh*t 'til you get to these haters
Am I getting to you n*ggas, you getting rich off hating?
sh*t, then tell me how's it feel to watch your bank account go from a zero
To a million, I can tell you 'bout the feeling, I can tell you not
Build for this sh*t, my n*gga you should leave the building
Cause when we in the building you gotta be built for real sh*t
Real life death threats I'm the overnight success what
You want my fame, will that take away your pain, f*ck it
Take my watch, my ring and my Range
My 10 million dollar mortgage, you still the same lame
Motherf*cker that ain't want it bad as I did, you ain't rap like I did
Ain't have to scrap like I did, ask them n*ggas from the set you ain't get back like I did
When they lying on you sit back and laugh like I did
Was my whole career you idea, why they hate me n*gga I have no idea
Back when I had no I.D they knew my name, all I ever knew how to do was do my thing
Hate me now, motherf*cker
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