(Cam'ron)   My paper yes my paper   Got me sitting on five acres, Hi Hater   Fly gators coke cooker pie baker drunk driver girl getter dice shaker   Try play us your whole crew will be price payers   Knife waver gat tooter life taker   Nice flavor real fruity like Cly Davis    Sweat suit fly asics, Coke test I aced it   I been rich since I was 20 bitch   Gun right by the cash (What's That) the money clip   This Gucci kick done got your girl in nuddy pictures sue me nigga told me she want me to make her booty bigger   Im the reason true but the reason she breezing thru   She aint smart she wanna part and kill the season too   Get her an audition and I'm in a motition    I'm bout to dead em yall couldn't see the boy vision      (Chorus: Cam'ron)   Come to our parties    They drinking that more Bacardi   The music is hard body    They puffing that Bob Marley   That jonga    The arsenal momma even ready for drama like La la la bomba      (Cam'ron)   Like fry chicken they winging ock   Me I'm bringing guap   I aint sell enough records to have the things I got   First bring a drop bring a store bring a yacht bring a crib bring a horse chain whole wings are hot   Let me stop thses niggas like to sing a lot   Shot in his hand like his girl finger pop   Aint no trouble asking   I'm in the bubble flashing    Walther P.P.K 380 double action   Played the restaurant    In the east Saint Lawerance   Patented leather, black and decker   Did your girl played your ark   Like the 45 I pop and dump her   Hung up she called me back tried to block her number   She could not get dumber   In the winter blocks in summer   Your son my little man, Your pops my runner   He washed the whip, said yall alliance is gone   The he pulled out a wrench and turned the hydrant on      (Chorus: Cam'ron)   Come to our parties    They drinking that more Bacardi   The music is hard body    They puffing that Bob Marley   That jonga    The arsenal momma even ready for drama like La la la bomba   I can lomba (la la la bomba)    Niggas pull out they lamas like (la la la bomba) like (la la la bomba) like (la la la bomba) like (la la la bomba) (la la la bomba)      (Vado)   Im so cool plus speak high   You dont even hear the room when i breeze by   I see why SLR me and gy    Can't stop hit the horn at least three times   They like who that   Nigga we that   40th to 4 deuce Lennox where we be at    Here take this raw too finish then you read that   Banana clips sweep    Six feet where you sleep at   Nigga believe that   That short change leave that   You don't need a g-pack    The whole thing we keep that   So what's goodie    Black suede and hoodies   No chain I seen more bang bangs than boogie   (HAA) Yea I straight aim it fully   And text your hunter talk cause my main mans a bully   Yea this kid is the truth   I said killa fuck the cars just give me the booth      (Chorus: Cam'ron)   Come to our parties    They drinking that more Bacardi   The music is hard body    They puffing that Bob Marley   That jonga    The arsenal momma even ready for drama like La la la bomba   I can lomba (la la la bomba)    Niggas pull out they lamas like (la la la bomba) like (la la la bomba) like (la la la bomba) like (la la la bomba) (la la la bomba)