(feat. P. Diddy)



[P. Diddy]

Yo $hort man, I was with this trick the other night

She was like, "Hey Diddy - um, Diddy - why are you so motherfuckin fly?"

I had to tell the bitch I'm just about that paper beotch



Everything I do is a world premier

I know you're not tryin to front, girl come here

I get up early in the mornin, work late at night

So when you talk about me you better say it right

I get my pimp on, whatever I get on

Pop rock rap R&B it's a hit song

I keep it movin no matter what your age

Bitches screamin out Puff Daddy's on stage

Drinkin 'gnac, cashin checks

When I'm not makin money I'm havin sex

International, superstar

People wanna know just who you are

I'm the Lear jet ridin, mansion residin

If I throw a party you'll be dancin all night and

Let's have some fun girl, it's okay

I work hard, now it's time to play



[Chorus: singer]

If it's 'bout that money

If it's about that bullshit

If you got that paper, we can roll

No time for haters, gotta go

When it's 'bout that mo-ney

Gotta keep it comin

Niggaz hate us all day long

Cause we get our paper on and oh-nnnnn



[$hort] That's right, $hort Dawg in the house

[Diddy] Yeah

[$hort] P. Diddy in the house

[Diddy] P, yeah

[$hort] $hort Records, Bad Boy

[Diddy] Bad Boy

[$hort] Yeah, that's right



[female singer x2]

Too $hort, Too $hort, gotta make that money

Two-thousand watts, two-thousand watts

Gotta make that money, Bad Boy, Bad Boy

Gotta cash that money; gotta make that money money

Gotta take, gotta make, gotta cash that money money



[Diddy] And we out

"Nigga this pimp shit!"