[Intro: Cam'ron]
Damn, Araab, this shit is refreshin' right here. (Uh-huh, uh-huh.)
Feel like all outdoors, no homo, and shit, Yogi Bear and them niggas and shit, yaknawmsayin'? (Killa.)
[Verse 1: Cam'ron]
I'm like a breath of fresh air, hundred-forty-thou' on the left ear
Niggas stay talkin' 'bout next year. (Oh, you know next year, I'ma blow.)
Four day share, bitch yeah, wrist glow, neck flair
Two girls left, I said "Next pair." (Next!)
Call 'em kitty-cat. I ain't got a girl, you can't get me back
Fifty pack, what that gon' get me back?
Niggas in the hood stuck on pitty-pat
Rollin' dice, gettin' nice, ask 'em where the sticky at
Track meet, we runnin'. Get a lap
Drop top but, damn, where you livin' at?
Smooth cat, man, you won't get your kitten back
Pair of robins, Black Sheep, this or that
You ain't diggin' that? Your wife, we big in that
Real nigga rap, roll the coward up, he a chicken wrap. (Word.)
Trust me, fuck wit' me, get your sister clapped
Plush V, sucka free on the fitted cap
[Chorus: Vado]
Uh. Hundred grand, quick flip
Big rims, M6, make 'em sick, like
Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit...
Hop out wit' a chick
Chains all Slick Rick
All gold, thick wrists
Uh. Hundred grand, quick flip
Big rims, M6, make 'em sick, like
Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit...
Hop out wit' a chick
Chains all Slick Rick
All gold, thick wrists
[Verse 2: Cam'ron]
Look
I could hard top it or even a car, drop it
Eager to start profit, me and my narcotics
Look, pa got it, soft to the hard products. (Word.)
Price up but, damn, it's a hard market. (It still is.)
We could bar hop it or even a table for two
There's nothing, what I ain't able to do?
Scampi and pasta, start her off
We talked over marinara and tartar sauce
Yo, valet, all grey, start the Porsche
Gave her two pulls, she start to cough
One night your girl, you a sprung nigga
Gotta cook, clean, plus tongue kiss her
No respect, every other night curve you
Tell you when to be home, you got a curfew. (Damn.)
And you still say, "Boo, I don't deserve you."
We blow herb and laugh. She herbed you
Damn, man
[Chorus: Vado]
Uh. Hundred grand, quick flip
Big rims, M6, make 'em sick, like
Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit...
Hop out wit' a chick
Chains all Slick Rick
All gold, thick wrists
Uh. Hundred grand, quick flip
Big rims, M6, make 'em sick, like
Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit...
Hop out wit' a chick
Chains all Slick Rick
All gold, thick wrists
[Verse 3: Vado]
Ayyo
We used to look at a pack like it's dinner time, my beginner rhymes is crack
When I'm on tracks, all I see is the finish line
Twelve hard bars, last four is the finish lines
You think I'm a star? Shiiiiit, I ain't begin to shine. (Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit...)
Huh. No control, you can't hold me
Headed for platinum, only thing gold is the Rolly
Yeah. You can fold or you can owe me
Rodeo shop, I Beverly Hills Cop like Axel Foley
Ha. I'm affiliate on the drama tip
Interrupt your stage show on my Lil' Mama shit
Hella weight on dinner plates, my momma shit
Got hella cake, no birthdays we honerin'
Uh. Yo, every quote is a lesson
Haters hope for recession, your boy dope like obsession. (Blast!)
Put his tongue in the mail to send a message
Tell him don't even stress it, Febreeze style, I'm the freshest
Vado, end of session
[Chorus: Vado]
Uh. Hundred grand, quick flip
Big rims, M6, make 'em sick, like
Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit...
Hop out wit' a chick
Chains all Slick Rick
All gold, thick wrists
Uh. Hundred grand, quick flip
Big rims, M6, make 'em sick, like
Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit...
Hop out wit' a chick
Chains all Slick Rick
All gold, thick wrists
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