Killa, lemme tell you about my wifey real quick   I done wifed up, that's what's in and shit, ya dig      Verse 1:   Yo she took me out my stinkin' Aces, to the pinkest bracelet    Basics to basics, no way you could think I'm racist    Got a white girl, tell you that she's quite thorough    Borough to borough, flew me through this white world (From what)    From Columbia, then she moved to Canada    Now she live in Harlem, writing, you could say I manage her    Met her in '90, Javel was the damager    I wasn't understanding her, that nigga was a fan of her    That was confusin' her, he was abusing her    That wasn't new to her, bought me a Luger brah   Of course, of course, never had intercourse    Of course, of course, without her wouldn't of been a boss    I would flip for my momma, got me gettin' my commas    Paid for my 1st vaca', a trip to Bahamas    Swam in the ocean, I was dishin' pirannas    That's my girl girl, yup, so give her some honor       Chorus:   Poppa had a dream    Poppa had a dream    Poppa had a dream    Oh, yes he did       Verse 2:   My pride and joy, I call her Butter    When she bake a cake, we'll be lovers    She live with me right, I hide her from my mother    See she wouldn't understand I'm supplyin' the gutter    I let my baby hang outside with the brothers    Come back, cake on the bed the size of the covers    Shot five wit' a sucka, another five wit' a trucker    Took a hit without paying, won't get a dime for my butter    That's my holy ma-momma, second only to ganja    But I did watch her, played Tony Montana    Here's a queelo, yep she'll be back    For them pesos, yep she'll be crack    Rocks so bright, money so right    I got 7 workers, she's Snow White    And you know the steez, I met the ocean breeze    Killa Cam hand to hand with cocoa leafs    And, and it's   It's them boys, we get dough    Ask a fiend, cuz they know    And, and, don't be shy    Where to lie   We get high, fa' sho, Dipset, let's ride       Chorus      Verse 3   Killa, Mr. McGoo said the bird's the word    But the fur Byrdgang flip birds on curbs    And, it's ya homie thunny, I got a pony dummy    Phonies clone me, calm down I'm only money    Like Prince Akee, you the servant Semi    Livin' Martin's dream as I burn a hemi    Not concerned with many, got my girl here    When it come to money, shit I'm burning plenty   And, and it's   It's them boys, we get dough    Ask a fiend, cuz they know    And, and, don't be shy    Where to lie   We get high, fa' sho, Dipset, let's ride      Chorus