Auction Lyrics - Mmm - Puff Daddy

God is all I fear, money machine is all I hear 

Where are you? Tearing up the mall, I buy the mall out there 

It's the bomb, no fall out gear 

No shelter, Helta Skelta 

Bubble like Alka Seltzer 

Look at me, king, I'll melt ya 

Bars and cars give them the scrunchy face 

Violate then find out how your lung taste 

Got money to bungee, you don't want this hate 

Yo, I can throw it down and watch it come back up 

You food, but you don't really want this plate 

Slow down, Diddy, you're killing them 

Pictures on billboards, know them bitches is feeling him 

You still blowing up like you helium 

Cars like spaceships, niggas thought it was aliens 

This is Harlem, niggas that push foreigns 

Little homie shoot with the left like James Harden 

Excuse me, money, never to beg pardon 

Jacuzzi in a Sprinter, models take part in 

Tell me where the money is at and I'm departing 

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Welcome to the auction 

We selling flows, riches glow, solid gold 

Big chains froze, flashy rings, all you need 

What you want nigga, what you see 

Nigga, welcome to the auction, we got it all 

Soul ball, fortune fame, riches, cars 

Vintage frames, drinks to pour, minks to the floor 

Nigga, you already know 

I'm chosen, something like Beethoven 

Comes out golden anytime I compose it 

Watch gruesome, chain ferocious 

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious 

The tub filled is with roses 

Coming to America money, we Earl Jones it 

King Joffery, James Brown, now watch me 

Keep going knowing they can't stop me 

Wearing 40 belows, the coats Rocky 

Lambo truck same color as broccoli 

Acting like Tyson when he was twenty something 

Bitch seen the money and came, I call that money cumming 

Ask what's a couple of mills, I say twenty something 

I'mma a keep on moving, I hear the drummer coming 

Bright like them Time Square lights the way I bubble something 

Nights and ice for the Ruckers, I know the summer's coming 

Dyckman, double parked, all the niggas just love the frontin' 

I'm like, "fuck it nigga, then show them something" 

'Cause I'm shining like I can glow or something 

Throwing money in the air, but I don't owe them nothing 

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Welcome to the auction 

We selling flows, riches glow solid gold 

Big chains froze, flashy rings, all you need 

What you want nigga, what you see 

Nigga welcome to the auction, we got it all 

Soul ball, fortune fame, riches, cars 

Vintage frames, drinks to pour, minks to the floor 

Nigga you already know 

Let me show you how to post up 

Let me show you how you do it when you leaning on a roadster 

Let me show you how you talking 

Switch up the way that you walking 

You can get it at the auction 

All that facade rapping and jaw yapping 

Nigga, shut the fuck up and watch God happen 

Come rain, sleet, or hail, no sales stop 

Crib on the island, gotta sail to the mail box 

Still send mails to my homie in the jail spot 

Roll a big L, bump Big, and let a shell pop 

Bodyguards tail wifey to the nail shop 

So you can get popped and she won't drop her Chanel box 

Get on my city, nigga, westside ride, eastside bang 

Sheeeze, I came so far, GS Lex to G5 planes 

At least I've trained 

You say it's crazy good, we not sane 

That's the beast I've tamed 

These shots came b y frame, for no reason 

Somebody gotta be filming this 

When you got this much God somebody gotta be villainess 

Somebody gotta be feeling like it's prophecy filling in 

We gotta be boss, somebody gotta be middle men 

When you do it this big somebody gotta belittle it 

Literally it's like the lottery picked us 

And you ain't who you depicted in a lot of these pictures 

Welcome to the auction 

We selling flows, riches glow solid gold 

Big chains froze, flashy rings, all you need 

What you want nigga, what you see 

Nigga welcome to the auction, we got it all 

Soul ball, fortune fame, riches, cars 

Vintage frames, drinks to pour, minks to the floor 

Nigga you already know