Star67

That's what they doin' Cam'ron

They actin' like these singers, man

I ain't-I ain't goin' to the studio 'til I have a situation

A subject, I need a beat, I need the producer

Who-who gon' be on the hook? Man, what is you doin'?

Go in the studio with fuckin' clips, clips, ammo!

Brand-new Beretta, can't wait to let it go

Walk up in my label like, "Where the check though?"

Yeah, I said it

Wouldn't dap you with the left hoe, shut the fuck up

Text from a centerfold, I ain't reply, let her know I read it though

Voicemail say she ready though (yeah)

Niggas know I'm credible

Ain't no pussy on a pedestal

Got my foot on the 'Cedes Benz pedal doin' 90 on the bridge like

"Nigga you already know"

And if you don't know, now you know, now you know

Switchin' up the angles

Now I'm in the Rolls with illuminated angel

Four or five chains man, the gold getting tangled

My nigga Biz said, "The first mill' gonna change you"

Change for the better, hit it then dead her

That's my vendetta, keep this shit together

Goddamn, we ain't even got a scam

Cocaine Coupe, we ain't even gotta scale

Used to flip apps, now that old plug murked

Ain't a damn thing changed you can still get to work

(Just hold on one moment and someone will be right with you)

(We're sorry, you have reached a number that has been disconnected or is no longer in service)

Yeah

I remember how I went to Louis V with Haf'

Watched them spread ten thousand dollars on the glass

I never ever thought I'd see that in my life

Now I'm in the East 'cause my boys are gettin' right, man

I was on TV makin' 50 racks a year

After helpin' Mama out, the shit would disappear

I am not a man, I can't do this on my own

So I started askin' them if they would put me on

And they did put me on

Yeah, they did put me on

Now we in the basement and we workin' on the phone

Now we in the basement and we workin' on the phone, man

Line blowin' up, workin' on the phones

Now we in the basement and we workin' on the phones

But I just couldn't do it had to leave that shit alone man

Hear what?

Yo, hear what, take time

(Ha, ha, ha) ah, no shit

Yo, hear what?

Wha gwan, fry skull

Him fried, him fried and a sleep awhile ago inna di van

You know Drizzy

Blowin' up

Line blowin' up, they need the whole thing

Blowin' up

My niggas really need the whole thing, yeah, yeah

Blowin' up

Line blowin' up, they need the whole thing

Blowin' up

My niggas really need the whole thing, yeah, yeah

Ayy

I do better with the rider in my system

Ooh yeah, I'm on deck, when you call me, I'll listen

I listen unless I been mixing

You know when I'm mixing

You know when I'm mixing, I smoke when I drink, it's tradition

Like Zoe mama I go hippy

Peace sign in the air like I'm Nixon

I'm mixing, I am not Esco but it was written

I knew when they didn't

I been had these visions of the life I'm living since I was Jimmy

All I just had to do was go and get it

And now we blowin' up

Blowin' up, they need the whole thing

Blowin' up, yeah

My niggas really need the whole thing, yeah, yeah

Ayy