money, honey no day you'll play me on Flip water, nuttin' like Avion, type a shit my niggas get gravy on Money missin', might find your baby, gone, the way we bond Cam
Killa, Dipset, Charlemagne Jim Jones, Santana, Freaky Let's go, what they wan' sing? Girls, they want, wanna have fun Girls just wanna have Girls, they
gettin high And I don't hold my tongue I was wrong enough to tell 'em That I could stop doing drugs long enough to sell em A proclamation, with intoxication [Ayo Cam
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
Man I fucked a lotta bitches man Made a lotta money, made a lotta enemies Would I do this shit all over again, I dunno That's a good question, would you
say so, you, biatch I could show you some ice Throw you a bite You not that good dog, who told you you're nice Your crew, switch siders When I come through, hey, Cam
I'm in county in an orange jumpsuit, middle of Texas Call moms, she don't want the phone act She don't condone it, Cam don't come home, shit 'Cause
mo' at the bar You better cris me baby blue 528 doing sixty Cuttin' swiftly duckin' fifty Hit my hoe crib for a nice dick suck and a quickly Killa cam
'em out Trapped in shoot it out Bone a whore Corner store Want it raw On the floor Tie 'em up lie 'em down Fuck yall niggas crying now Killer Cam
I'm in a whip tail smashin' it Mase wen't to church, set down, imagine it Who me? Devil's advocate shit Tell a tail to cry, just so you could fail to
Bloomies Want to hit it from the back, she agreed that I'm looney But proceeded to moon me, I'm getting money nigga Baby, BS in honey do, Cam, VS 1
right, you leak leaky Call me next week, I'm not that freaky Some girls come for a dance See that fat ass all in a stance All I do is a touch or a glance You won't have Killa Cam
Like Joe on the run, put his fuckin P O it's done Low on his funds, had to get the coke or the guns Word to the wise, killa Cam, I heard of them guys
Yo, this flow here is bulimic, anemic, yo, red beam it If I got it on, trust you never seen it, never seen it Some people say I'm conceited but dougie
Red slippers, red robe, red kitchen, red stove Red pots, one in the head cocked, one the on the feds probe Red stools, red inf, red floor, your all fakers
back it up This ain't math class but this shit ain't adding up Then Mr. Massey looked and that's when the teacher asked "You got a problem Cam" Yeah,
[ Verse 1 : ] { Cam'ron } Killa! Yo. I won't kiss her, maybe hug her but I don't even like her I might get it, hit it, split it but yo I'll never
's a homicide, homi, homi, homicide It's a homicide, homi, homi, homicide It's a homicide, someone unlucky died Yellow tape damn, right outside Kentucky Fried Damn Cam