We Got It

Uh, check it, check it Aiyo, it's very rare that you see me, Lanson In a club, with bub, partyin, we dancin If so, it's Chris, Bacardi, an some Branson All leathered out in a Harley or a Vanson Now I ain't dissin chicks But I ain't trickin shit That's Un yo, wit me you get fish an chips That's right exotic and we live it But jus cause I got it Don't mean you can get it Now I take them black, nasty, redbone, beautiful Jus brush your teeth for me, that's suitable Don't care about your toes or your cuticles First we lie then work them thighs It's a one night stand, not to hurt your pride But ma, I'm a dog, it ain't worth the lies And tell your man chill He don't deserve to die Plus the nigga probably ain't circumcised Chorus [Mase] For every beat we make, we make hot And every watch we got, got rocks And every car you got, we got dropped And every Glock we got, we keep cocked To all the charts you on, we on top And every house you want, we jus copped And all the bank you got, we got stock And every chick you wit, we jus hit.. bitch Check it out Yo, I'm the same cat that you see in all places Got a mil in hundreds and it's all small faces Old school money, uh huh, we got access What you get a year, we spend that on taxes We don't talk to niggas, we jus wait for faxes End up wit the cash, you bent up in the trash Leave you wet, we set, in a net, in the dash Nigga like me been a vet since the past Who out here don't feel I'm lockin it yet Video time, no props on the set If you see a car that's my drop on the set If you see jewels thats my rocks on my neck And if a club scene really pop to be wet We jus bought a chopper, you coppin baguettes If you feel different, I'm stoppin the bet You rockin a vet while we hop on a jet Chorus Hey pretty mama come wit me If you think your a nasty girl Your man had you livin in a fantasy But it's really Cam'Ron's world Meet me at the door about a quarter to four And bring four more girls (bring em all) My mans outside in the parking lot With the six chromed out in pearl And yo, you know my style when we creepin too Yo, who dat boo, your man beepin you Well say your wit Lexis, with the Lexus God damn yo, I just missed the exit I'm kinda tipsy, I don't want to wreck shit And don't think ma, that I'm on some next shit Just wanna know if we can get breakfast Then go to the telly for some sex shit Chorus 2X