Whatever - Cam'Ron

I’m in a whip, pedal smashin', Ma$e went to church

Settled down, imagine it (Psh) Who me?

Devil’s advocate, shit

Tell a tale to cry, just so you could fail to lie

Me and Un, Suge and Pac would go to jail and die for this

Fuck school, A&E murder major

CLK 'sured the flavor, uh, now listen to the coach

You heard the players, got schemin' targets (Schemin' targets)

Philly hoes boostin' for me out of Neiman Marcus

Real hot while you fast amount (Fast amount)

Gucci jean suit, jacket felt, oh, yeah, matching belt

Uh, she so independent

But I slap her (Why?) 'Cause I ain’t slap a ho in a minute

I’m low, low, low in a Range Rov' tinted (Tinted)

Same four frontin' be the same four who get it, uh

And we big cats, J cats, click triggers

Pig nigga, bring the hook in, six figures

To 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)

Cats, don’t mess with ya’ll 'cause ya’ll are dummies (Dummies)

Cats fuck with me 'cause I tell 'em, «Let's get money»

Get it, get a Benz, come through on twenties

Me and Jim Jones stay fighting two on twenty

Fuck it, the hood scary and all my whips, they should vary (Vary)

Y’all cheap niggas still shoppin' up in Woodbury

I’m Viv Westwood, Karl Lagerfeld

Salvatore Ferragamo ('Gamo), John Galliano, uh

And my girls they be blessin' me first (Why?)

Took 'em out of Foot Locker and that referee shirt

And I put that on the death of me first, test me to squirt

Best be alert, 'cause, yo, sexy could hurt, uh

'Cause one thing I can’t stand is a pussy chick (Uh)

I need a «Here ma, boof this in your pussy» chick

All these sleazies tryna be my Hillary

Winnie or Weezy, lady, take it easy

To all my cats in the club who be dead at the bar

We gettin' head in the car (Whatever)

To all my women whippin' a Jeep, gettin' the suite

Have 'em lickin' your feet (Whatever), yo, yo

Let’s stab 'em, let’s stick 'em, let’s get 'em, get all of his spendings

Grab him and flip it while Killa get all of the women

Bacardi and lemon, Ferrari is lemon, party in linen

Sorry I’m limpin', I’m just frontin', ya’ll

Ya tittes, I’ll touch 'em, I’ll kiss 'em, I’ll hug 'em, I’ll suck 'em (Suck 'em)

If I’m with a chick, most likely I’m trying to fuck 'em (Fuck 'em)

Not tryin' cuff 'em, tryin' to duck 'em

Lyin', I love 'em, have em with a pie in they oven, shit

Diss me?

Y’all 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 (Clothes)

I’m at the Tunnel, they let in 500 hoes (500 hoes? Let’s go)

I’m at the bar, see shorty is bent

My ratio up in here, fuck, 40 percent, shit

Drinkin' sour Amaretto, yo, whatever

Forever, but won’t stop my cheddar

To all 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)

To all my cats in the club who be dead at the bar

We gettin' head in the car (Whatever, gettin' head in the car)

To all my women whippin' a Jeep, gettin' the suite

Have 'em lickin' your feet (Whatever)

And I don’t care how bad no chick is

I ain’t licking nobody feet (Whatever)

Killa (Whatever)