We Got It Lyrics

Cam'Ron

Uh, check it, check it
Aiyyo it's very rare that you see me and Lanson In a club with bub partin', we dancin' If so it's Chris Bacardi an some Branson All leathered out in a Harley or a Vanson
Now I ain't dissin' chicks but I ain't trickin' shit That's un yo with me you get fish an chips That's right exotic and we live it But just 'cause I got it don't mean you can get it
Now I take them black, nasty, redbone, beautiful Just brush your teeth for me, that's suitable Don't care about your toes or your cuticles First we lie then work them thighs
Its a one night stand, not to hurt your pride But ma, I'm a dog, it ain't worth the lies And tell your man chill he don't deserve to die Plus the nigga probably ain't circumcised
Oh, every beat we make, we make hot And every watch we got, we got rocks And every car we got, we got dropped And every glock we got, we keep cocked
To all the charts you on, we on top And every house you own, we just copped And all the bank you got, we got stock And every chick you with, we just hit
Check it out yo, I'm the same cat that you see in all places Got a mil in hundreds and it's all small faces Old school money, uh huh, we got access What you get a year, we spend that on taxes
We don't talk to niggas, we just wait for the faxes End up with the cash, you bent up in the trash Leave you wet, we set, in a net, in the dash Nigga like me been a vet since the past
Who out here don't feel I'm lockin' it yet Video time, no props on the set If you see a car that's my drop on the set If you see jewels that's my rocks on my neck
And if a club scene really pop to be wet We just bought a chopper, you coppin' bigets If you feel different, I'm stoppin' the bet You rockin' a vet while we hop on a jet
Oh, every beat we make, we make hot And every watch we got, we got rocks And every car we got, we got dropped And every glock we got, we keep cocked
To all the charts you on, we on top And every house you own, we just copped And all the bank you got, we got stock And every chick you with, we just hit bitch
Hey pretty mama come with me If you think your a nasty girl Your man had you livin' in a fantasy But it's really Cam'rons world
Meet me at the door about a quarter to four And bring four more girls, bring 'em all My mans outside in the parkin' lot With the six chromed out in pearl, check it out
And yo, you know my style when we creepin' too Yo, who dat boo, your man beepin' you Well say your wit lexis, with the lexus God damn yo, I just missed the exit
I'm kinda tipsy, I don't want to wreck shit And don't think ma, that I'm on some next shit Just wanna know if we can get breakfast Then go to the telly for some sex shit
Oh, every beat we make, we make hot And every watch we got, we got rocks And every car we got, we got dropped And every glock we got, we keep cocked
To all the charts you on, we on top And every house you own, we just copped And all the bank you got, we got stock And every chick you with, we just hit bitch
Oh, every beat we make, we make hot And every watch we got, we got rocks And every car we got, we got dropped And every glock we got, we keep cocked
To all the charts you on, we on top And every house you own, we just copped And all the bank you got, we got stock And every chick you with, we just hit bitch

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