Whatever you prefer to call him, Sean Combs is back. And though he admits that he's getting old, he still has time to hang with a dieting Rick Ross and French Montana. They're counting big stacks of money and throwing away the bills that are a little wrinkled. They're swilling lots of booze kindly provided by their liquor sponsors, sporting new fur coats and name-dropping products you and I can't afford. Fine, but what's Gary Coleman got to do with it?
Whatever you prefer to call him, Sean Combs is back. And though he admits that he's getting old, he still has time to hang with a dieting Rick Ross and French Montana. They're counting big stacks of money and throwing away the bills that are a little wrinkled. They're swilling lots of booze kindly provided by their liquor sponsors, sporting new fur coats and name-dropping products you and I can't afford. Fine, but what's Gary Coleman got to do with it?
