Another One lyrics

[Intro: Puff Daddy & Rick Ross]

(Puff Daddy) Ayo, turn out all the lights in the club

Grab your bitch, nigga

We here

(Rick Ross) We talking about new money, nigga. What you know about it?

(Puff Daddy) Rozay! Turn me up real loud

I want these niggas to hear me

Bugatti Boyz. Puff Daddy. Maybach Music, this Bad Boy, bitch

[Verse 1: Puff Daddy]

You niggas paranoid

I party getting money

I know I’m the shit: my janitor be getting money

I got a skyscraper, it’s a hell of a view

Got me closer to God, angel wings on my coupe

Pray for me, damn I grind everyday for it

If you see me riding in it, means I paid for it

Bugatti Boyz 1.8 fours

I got money baby I could order 8 more

Fuck the Forbes list lets tell the truth I ate more

I got a billion baby time to get 8 more

12 bedrooms, time to get 8 more

Stack up all the cases of Ciroc up on the 8th floor

[Hook: Rick Ross & (Puff Daddy)]

Got a hundred million

(Its time to get another one)

How this Bugatti feel

(I may need me another one)

5 bad bitches

(Just got me another one)

P. Diddy run the city

(Never be another one)

5 mill cash

(And I need another one)

Rocking a different Rollie

(No this not the other one)

Stacking a number getting money

(Nigga number one)

Real niggas run the city

(Never be another one)

[Verse 2: Puff Daddy]

These haters speculate

They always watching mine

She know what time it is

Just like my watch line

My clothes line

The cologne bitch

I know you smell this money sitting on this throne bitch

I’m strong bitch

I own shit

Gave myself a ten digit bonus

I’m the money man, never financed

Go get this money baby, with yo fine ass

If ya nigga broke it’s time to get another one

If you bitch is tripping time to get another one

I’m Puff Daddy bitch there’ll never be another one

Bugatti Boyz forever one

[Hook: Rick Ross & (Puff Daddy)]

Got a hundred million

(Its time to get another one)

How this Bugatti feel

(I may need me another one)

5 bad bitches

(Just got me another one)

P. Diddy run the city

(Never be another one)

5 mill cash

(And I need another one)

Rocking a different Rollie

(No this not the other one)

Stacking a number getting money

(Nigga number one)

Real niggas run the city

(Never be another one)

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]

I feelin’ the money

I’m lovin’ the paper

Nigga hate in the 'hood

Took his ho to Jamaica

If I let down the top

Let the breeze in my beard

VIP is the spot, they playing musical chairs

My Columbian the man, holla, "Beam me up shawty"

Got that money in the bag that can hold a fucking body

1.5 for this brand new black Bugatti

Jewels like I’m Slick Rick

Bally shoes ladi-dadi

I’m feeling myself, bitch you do the same

Fuck what I spend at the bar

You should see how I came

Keep my bitch at her best

With one foot in the trap

If I bust at your chest I bet that's a wrap

(Take that)