[Intro: Diddy]
Enemy of the State
Uh-huh
This that Dirty Money
Uh-huh
This that Dirty Money

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
I see diamond-flooded demons, Lamborghini angels
Halos down with the doors flapping when they came through
Windows up, system pumping; you the one they sang to
Same two who said they the ones you should send your thanks through
Pockets full of blessings, they can sanctify and saint you
You can hear 'em revving up in heaven, now, can't you?
Sandals made of chrome, his soul made of leather
An engine full of sinning and candy-painted feathers
The sound of the motor only reverend you confess to
I see this all in the eyes of the girl I'm next to
I asked her, "Where we going?" and she just told me, "Pleasure"
Hands on the wheel and her heels on the acceler-
-rator; told her, "Wait up"—she kept going like "et cetera"
Or like a broken record
We've come too far to just wheel it back, selector
So, we gon' ride forever
Forever, forever, forever, forever (This that Dirty Money)
[Verse 2: Puff Daddy]
Came from Heaven just to sing a song for you
To the rhythm of my love for you
And now it's beatin slow
And you know this the end of the road
When I sing that slow song for you...
And love was nothing but another gun for you (Another gun for you)
And I would hide it in my helpless soul
I'm not afraid to go down the road
Where we go, I don't know
You can hear 'em calling, don't you?
When the angels call like—

[Hook: James Fauntleroy & Dawn Richard]
You!
If you don't wanna stay, you can go, oh
It seems love don't live here no more
The angels are flyin so low, singin' to you
Don't you hear me calling you?
He's the one you love
'Cause I hear 'em calling me
And he's the one you trust
Like our time is almost through
Time is running out
There's nothing left to do
When they're calling you
When the angels call, like
I answer
[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
Ugh, said she was a fan of mine
Knew she was New Jersey, but said that she was Anaheim
Butterflies turn to suicides—now, it's Phantoms flying
Used to whisper in my ear, but now, she tryn' Evander mine
That holy feeling all gone
Slowly feeling all wrong; none of this is satisfying
Pull this over; let me out; I'll just hitchhike back to mine
Nothing's really as it seems—yeah, I should've known that
Thought I called a angel; devils had my phones tapped