Puff Daddy - Standing on Ferraris lyrics

[Produced by Jahlil Beats] [Intro] I put that on Piru Yo Game, let's go [Hook: Game] I've been shot stabbed, left for dead Walked through every hood in LA Bandana on my head, guarantee that sh** was red Machetes and them choppers out, b**hes with their knockers out I done f**ed ‘em all, that's why I'm standing on Ferraris, n***a From the corner playing lookout to kitchen cookouts Yeah, that's why I'm standing on Ferraris, n***a In a 64, 6'5, too big for a Bugatti That's why I'm standing on Ferraris, n***a [Verse 1: Game] Ran the west for a decade n***a, check the bio Gave you Cincinnati fitteds like I get it in Ohio Autographs on the vinyl made the Lamb albino Straight away in the Wraith, that's a Peyton Manning spiral You lookin' at your idol, Jesus wrote the Bible Yeezus, that's my Nike town rival Dare a n***a try me now, like why me now Lookin' for Red Octobers, I will tie him down Stay laced, spit nothin' but based, yeah All my sh** bump like Craig Mack face Ask your favorite b**h how my dick taste Ask your neighbor's b**h how my dick taste Don't take orders, I dictate Get your sh** straight, dickface Perpetual Rollies with the big face I got 'em lovin' the movement Beard so long, I'm feelin' like Rick Rubin [Hook: Game] I've been shot stabbed, left for dead Walked through every hood in LA, bandana on my head Guarantee that sh** was red Machetes and them choppers out b**hes with their knockers out I done f**ed ‘em all, that's why I'm standing on Ferraris, n***a From the corner playing lookout to kitchen cookouts Yeah, that's why I'm standing on Ferraris, n***a In a 64, 6'5, too big for a Bugatti That's why I'm standing on Ferraris, n***a [Verse 2: Game] Top floor at the Biltmore Say they want a war, sh**, that's what I'm built for Loungin', Miami with the eye candy b**hes names Sandy and Bambi, my exes can't stand me God blessed the n***a with more swag than Jigga More hoes than Trigga, Trigga know, that's my n***a though Figure four down, Figueroa Rick Flair Phantom All red flannel, n***as don't hit me though Spit on models, R.Kelly, piss on the center fold Ever since Doc showed me a billion in a envelope Love Jimmy, f** Interscope I'm a don, walk outside, naked, Cuban cigar and Louboutins, huh sh** on my lawn, snakes in the gra** I hear ‘em slitherin' and hissin' whenever I pa** Ridin' ‘round in somethin' French; Khloe Kardash' Two-hundred on the dash, that's your a** [Hook: Game] I've been shot stabbed, left for dead Walked through every hood in LA, bandana on my head Guarantee that sh** was red Machetes and them choppers out b**hes with their knockers out I done f**ed ‘em all, that's why I'm standing on Ferraris, n***a From the corner playing lookout to kitchen cookouts Yeah, that's why I'm standing on Ferraris, n***a In a 64, 6'5, too big for a Bugatti That's why I'm standing on Ferraris, n***a [Outro: Diddy] Yo, this n***a Game bought me a motherf**in' red Ferrari for my birthday, n***a. (I put that on Piru) Told me I was honorary. (Put that on Piru) I said, n***a, I'm with whatever with this motherf**in' red Ferrari, n***a. Yeah, I'll take it n***a, Game givin' out red Ferraris for no reason, it was just a Tuesday A motherf**in' Tuesday. n***as said happy Tuesday, Puff Now that n***a wanna stand on my Ferrari every day Now that n***a wanna stand on my motherf**in' Ferrari all the time Drivin' down the street with Hype Williams shootin' a video. We ain't even shootin' a video, we just motherf**in' ridin' down the street, this n***a got Hype Williams shootin' and sh** See this what happens when that East meets West, we get together, know what I'm sayin'? Say f** the rest, we start partyin' and bullsh**tin', havin' a good time, throwin' pool parties and sh** n***as start buyin' n***as from the East Coast Ferraris and sh**, sh** all good, red Ferraris at that, n***a sh**, ain't got no time for no other sh**, I just got time to get this motherf**in' money man. Get this money with me man. So that's what we decided to do so now we gettin' more money than anybody and everybody And the only color that we motherf**in' at the end of the day gonna beef over is that motherf**in' green motherf**er