CAM'RON LYRICS - Whatever

"Whatever"



[Cam'Ron]

I'm in the whip, pedal smashin it

Mase went to chruch, settled down, imagine it

Who me? Devil's Advocate Shit

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

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

Fuck school, A&E murder majors, CLK's insert the flavors

Now listen to the coach cause you heard the players

Got schemin' targets

Philly hoes boost clothes from out of Neiman Marcus

Real hot while you fast to melt

Gucci jean suit, jacket felt, oh yeah, matchin 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 fo frontin', be the same fo who'll get it

Uh, and we big cats, jig cats, clcik triggas

Pig nigga, bring the hook in 6 figures



[Chorus]

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)



[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 niggaz still shopping up up in woodbury

I'm Viv Westwood, Karl Lagerfeld, Salvatore Ferragamo, John Galliano

And my girls they be blessin' 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

Uh, 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



[Chorus]

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

We getting head in the car (Whatever)

To all my women whippin' a Jeep, getting it sweet

Have 'em licking your feet (Whatever)



[Cam'Ron]

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

Bakardi in 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 with a pie in they're 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 chedda



[Chorus]

For all my cats with the ice, who don't need no wife

We getting head tonight (Whatever)

To my honey's 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 getting head in the car (Whatever)

To all my women whippin' a Jeep

Getting it sweet, have 'em licking ya feet (Whatever)



[Cam'Ron]

And I don't care how bad no chick is, I ain't licking nobody's feet

(Whatever) Killa (Whatever)