Diddy, T.I. and Dirty Money - Hello Good Morning

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

Hello, good morning
(Let's go, let's ride)
Hello, good morning (yeah, come on)
Hello, good morning
Know you've been waiting for it
'Cause I seen you watching
So let's go
Let's get it popping

'Cause I've been leaning on the bar
Looking cleaner than the star
All these broads won't give me my props
Twenty-five on the bag, I be stunting on they ass
And they mad cause the bitch won't stop

Got your boyfriend feeling like a groupie
(You know, you know, you know we on that)
Still life but it's looking like a movie
(You know, you know, you know we on that)
And everybody know who the truth be
(You know, you know, you know we on that)
Eyes low 'cause I'm blowing on the ooh-wee
(You know, you know, you know we on that)
Hello

Hello, good morning, how you doing? What the move is?
Welcome to the future, I'm the captain of the cool kids (come on)
The revolution's never been televised
Great booty, better thighs, I ain't wanna tell her, "bye" (let's go)
First, I tell her, "Hi," then I give her one and let her fly
Never tell a lie, tonight, you couldn't find a better guy
King shit, flyer than anyone you get seen with
Gangsta distinguished, cool as a penguin (uh-huh, yeah)
Got a team of 'em, honey, feel free to bring with
G5 waiting, fly away at my convenience
You seen Tip checking in a five-star suite (yeah, come on)
With some five-star freaks, gettin' high all week (uh-huh, let's go)
Catch me in the weed, I was up all night when y'all sleep
In a fast car, super bad broads, backseat (uh-huh)
That's me, see I'm nothing nice, fuck a couple nights (uh-uh, yeah)
Let the moon say goodbye and the sun greeting us like

Hello, good morning
(Let's go, let's ride)
Hello, good morning (yeah, come on)
Hello, good evening
You blow, you fiendin'
'Cause you know that you really need it
And I'm the one that you wanna be with
But right now, baby, you dreaming
Wake up and turn the lights off

'Cause I've been leaning on the bar
Looking cleaner than the star
All these broads won't give me my props
Twenty-five on the bag, I be stunting on they ass
And they mad cause the bitch won't stop

Got your boyfriend feeling like a groupie
(You know, you know, you know we on that)
Still life but it's looking like a movie
(You know, you know, you know we on that)
And everybody know who the truth be
(You know, you know, you know we on that)
Eyes low 'cause I'm blowing on the ooh-wee
(You know, you know, you know we on that)

Hello, good morning (let's go, let's work)
Hello, good morning (let's go, let's work)
Hello
Ay yo
Ay yo, turn me up a little bit more
I don't think they can hear me
Check this out
Bad Boy bitch
Let's work
Come on, let's work
Don't stop, let's rock, let's work
Make you feel good too, now work
Don't stop, I see you, let's work
It's the Dirt Money

Uh, how fly is he?
Your baby momma cry for me like Jodeci (let's go)
So how you not notice me?
Pull up to the club in the coldest V (come on)
Uh, literally cold (yeah)
Little did he know how that nigga Diddy flow (that's right)
How that nigga Diddy go so hard (yeah)
Like a crowbar, still getting dough, what
Whoa, whoa (yeah) (turn that bass up)

Yeah, I like this (come on)
Can you feel it? (Can you feel it?)
Can you feel it? Nothing can save ya
Yeah, uh
It's that Dirty money (turn the lights out)

Got your boyfriend feeling like a groupie
(You know, you know, you know we on that)
Still life but it's looking like a movie
(You know, you know, you know, we on that)
And everybody know who the truth be
(You know, you know, you know we on that)
Eyes low 'cause I'm blowing on the ooh-wee
(You know, you know, you know we on that)

Hello, good morning
(Let's go, let's ride)
Hello, good morning (yeah, come on)
Hello, hello
Hello, hello

Written by:
Clifford Joseph Harris, Floyd Nathaniel Hills, Marcella Christina Araica, Richard Preston Jr Butler

Publisher:
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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