Whatever

[Verse 1 - Cam'ron] I'm in a whiptail smashing it Mase went to church, set down, imagine it Who me? Devil's Advocate, shit Tell a tale to cry, just so you could fail to lie Me, Un, Suge, Pac would go to jail and die for this Fuck school, A and E murder major, flavors, uh Listen to the coach you heard the players got scheming targets Philly hoes boost clothes from out of Neiman Marcus Real hot, while your flashing out, Gucci jean suit Jacket felt, oh yeah, matching belt, uh, she so independent But I slapped her, why? Cause I ain't slapped a ho in a minute I'm low, low, low in a Range Rov tinted Same 4 fronting, be the same 4 who'll get it Uh, and we big cats, jig cats, clcik triggas Pig nigga, bring the hook in: 6 figures [Hook] For my cats with the ice, who don't need no wife We getting head tonight (Whatever) To all my honeys that stall, give a dummy a call Get his money and ball (Whatever) [Verse 2 - Cam'ron] Cats don't mess with ya'll, cause ya'll are dummies Cats fuck with me cause I tell, "Let's get money" Get it, get a Benz, come through on 20s Me and Jim Jones stay fighting 2 on 20 Fuck it, the hoods scary and all my whips they should vary You cheap niggas still shopping up up in Woodbury I'm Viv Westwood, Karl Lagerfeld, Salvatore Ferregamo, John Galiano And my girls they be blessing me first Took 'em out of Foot Locker and that referee shirt And I put that on the death of me first, test me, an'll squirt Best be alert, cause yo, sexy could hurt Cause one thing I can't stand is a pussy chick I need a "Here ma, goof this in your pussy" chick All these sleazes trying to be my Hillary, Winnie or Wheezy Ladies, take it easy! [Hook] Yo, yo, let's stab 'em, let's stick 'em Let's get 'em, get all of his spinach Grab 'em, and flip 'em, while Killa get all of the women Bacardi & Lemon, Ferri at lemon, party in Lennon Sorry I'm limbin', I'm just fronin' ya'll; ya tittes I'll touch 'em, I'll kiss 'em, I'll hug 'em, I'll suck 'em If I'm with a chick, most likely I'm trying to fuck 'em Not tryin' cuff 'em, tryin' a duck 'em, lyin' I love 'em Have em with a pie in their oven Shit, to me, ya'll a dime a dozen No time for buzzin', beat it, go find a husband Shit, that'll trick on you, buy you a ton of clothes I'm at the Tunnel, they let in 500 hoes I'm at the bar, see shorty is bent My ratio up in here, fucked 40 percent Shit, drink is sour, armaretta, yo Whatever, forever, but won't stop my cheddar [Hook] And I don't care how bad no chick is, I ain't licking nobody's feet! Killa!