that Mink on Maury kicks, plus Chanel ski hat She want the boy, so I give her the boy Now she screamin' out, "Boy, boy, boy" Now she playin' with herself, Cam
from For all the killa's and the hundred dollar hoes Who real check me out though The most ill, more drama than Denzel More liver than the park fights at Sunny Carson Me and Killa Cam
's slide, alright, alright And we gon' get it on tonight Now that I got a girl, my ex wanna holla and spit Told me to acknowledge her quick She like Cam
, one bus, sure I had plenty soldiers Uncle, plenty holsters, dodgers, soldiers, hostess Not golfing like golf, he had plenty gophers Can't get paid, the earth is big You worthless kid, Cam
beep] up, what can you do? We been ridin in this car for 5 hours What you gonna do? (I'm gonna tell you a story) [Verse 1: Cam'Ron] Yo, uh, I rock baguettes
Killa, killa, killa, killa, killa, killa dog It's killa dog, I'll kill you dog Check it out, man What means the world to you 'cause money mean the world
[Intro: Cam'Ron] Word up Rector! I wasn't gonna say it again? Word up, man it's all good! You don't gotta let us in your little shit! You got that? Keep
I'm about cream, I'm about cream X 4 And you know that, I'm about cream And you know that, I'm about cream I'm about, I'm about, I'm about cream ...Monalisa
But the sour life, but the sour life, But the sour life, but the sour life. .... But the sour life, but the sour life, But the sour life, but the sour
[Verse 1 - Cam'ron] Killa Yo, girl: get a notepad (for what?) You ain't got no swag! And you so fine, it's so sad Still riding coach, need a Coach bag
you say? (Huh!) Ah! Ciroc poppin, what's poppin? Mix coke and rum, weed got us both num Huhhhh! like what you say, huhhhhh Wassup slimee [Cam'Ron:] Uh
(Cam'ron) My paper yes my paper Got me sitting on five acres, Hi Hater Fly gators coke cooker pie baker drunk driver girl getter dice shaker Try play
Killa, Psycho Drama, Twista Chi-Town to Harlem, what's really good? Part 2, what happens when you combine The darkness with the light? Yeah, I am more
you wanted is not what you got And I pop up them cops 'cause dogg, it ain't about Cam I got a son homeboy, it's about Cam It's about being 'bout It If
Remember I'm a man of respect Remember, remember Santana was next Now it's not techs, it's checks and fancy collects I want his wrist, fist, whole had
(but i still get in trouble) killa, uh, but what, uh [verse 1] mami all on me cause i'm touchin' her belly i'm on butter pirelli's wit' purple and yellow
juiciest Yeah, they say he, down, down Yeah, they say, he down and out 'Cause I'm back on my grind Money back on my mind, no no Ye and killa Cam , the
