88

Album: Unexpected Arrival (2012)
  • You know they gon' say
    What Diggy know bout 88?
    Well I know this much
    They made a lotta money back then
    And that's what mine lookin' like

    Aye lil, it's Diggy
    Got the key to the city
    Check my family tree
    You know uncle taught Diddy
    Who turned around and taught Biggie
    And Biggie taught Jigga
    So you can just imagine what he teaching me
    My top down in the winter
    My doors up in the summer
    I pulled up to the light
    And I drove off with her number

    88 is the number!
    Like Michael Irvin but younger
    Ain't no preserving my hunger

    Well I got 2 years in
    And a couple of months
    Yeah, the road was Bobby Brown
    It had a couple of bumps
    They be showing me love
    Minus a couple of chumps

    In my best Chris Tucker voice, "Is this watchu want?"

    No need to front
    Homie pardon my back
    I'm gettin it crazy
    How retarded is that?
    I'm playin' my cards
    Got a fist fulla ace's
    And these lil faces
    I'm spending you prolly could trace it

    To 88
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    (And I'm still spending money from 88)

    I hear the hate
    I don't sweat it
    Cause I'm getting that fetti' (I said it)
    I see a lot of mad rappers
    Derric D-Dot Angelettie
    Compliments to the chef
    Ya boy out here eatin great
    Homie you ain't no umpire
    Why you watchin my plate?
    While you watchin my pockets, Jordan 3?s in my closet
    I get it all sent to me
    So, I don't need to go to shoppin
    I ain't braggin, I'm swaggin
    My fly ladies what's happening?

    Shout to Nicki
    I'm an Aries and we go good with Sag's
    Ehemm
    Hope that made you smirk
    I'm a flirt like Kirk
    With Dirty Money God made dirt and (Uh) dirt don't hurt
    This for my, That's gettin it every month on the first

    No need to front
    Homie pardon my back
    I'm gettin it crazy
    How retarded is that?
    I'm playin' my cards
    Got a fist fulla ace's
    And these lil faces
    I'm spending you prolly could trace it

    To 88

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    (And I'm still spending money from 88!)

    Yo, That's what my family was rockin'
    I just sat back and watched em
    I was only 13 So I ain't know nothin bout coppin'
    I just knew that they had it
    And if I asked then I got it
    It all started from trees
    Then it turned to narcotics
    All the whips was exotic
    All the chicks was erotic

    All you needed was product
    And somebody to test it
    Find a good place to try it
    Never keep nothin' on you
    Find a good place to hide it
    If I'm in it I own it
    Cause if I like it I buy it

    Keep the loud in the air
    Kinekt like that I'm quiet
    How'd you hop in this platinum
    And you ain't even near gold
    Cause I'm still spendin' money
    That's 24 years old!

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    (And I'm still spending money from 88!) Writer/s: MARCOS PALACIOS, ERNEST CLARK, KEITH JAMES, PETER PHILLIPS, DANIEL SIMMONS, NASIR JONES, DAVID WILLIS, JASON PHILLIPS, LONNIE SMITH, JOHN MAULTSBY, SHAWN CARTER
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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