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