Cam'ron - Something New lyrics

Look ma! I don't care who you with, I ain't here to shoot the sh**, When you see me, you gon' see an exclusive whip, A coupe or six, That's neither here or there But we can be here or there, you feel me? I'm k**a, so that means you dealing with skrilla, You ever felt chinchilla, huh? k**a! Ayo she even on the internet (computer), Or watching lifetime (t.v) But she never met me in her life time (never) Wore a size 5 (five), roll with five-nine (9) I keep 9-9, nine for the pipeline! And they call me ruger rell, how you doing baby? (what's good?) I like how you haul with the bricks, I can move 'em baby Yeah, Mr. Campbell, I'm kind of souped ma I ain't into talking, it's you getting in the coupe ma Yeah, plus her eyes hot (hot), get in my drop (drop) She said why, sh** I'm like why not? Where you wanna go, the waffle house, ihop? Now sit ya head in my lap, meet cyclopse! Or we can do Mr. Kay's on the weekdays, Steakhouse weekends, feeling using sheep skins (word) And I'm all grown up with a peach benz I'm tryna f** I ain't really wanna be friends [Chorus] Uh, she fly (she fly) She cute (she cute) She ride (in what?) In coupes (oh) She shoot, she nice, she rude But she still want something new Dipset, remember summer crazy? (loco) But you been mad since brenda had a baby ('91) I'm just a offspring...members of the 80's Give surrender to his lady, get offended if she play me (whoa!) I know...a lot of men are phony You just looking for that homey that can be ya tenderoni That one and only, that stop from being lonely That chachi to ya joni, that rock ya little pony Hell rell and a model sitting in a gt, k-I-s-s-I-n-g First come love, nah it ain't love I'm a gangsta, make her hold my guns to my d** Yeah, I know she feeling a gangsta but It's hard for her to be with a gangsta There's some certain things that she gotta do to keep me happy Fry some good chicken, when I hit it call me daddy, c'mon! Weeks ave mama, I get cash mama Those some s**y thighs, I like that a** mama Something like a g cause I bust my mag Mama you don't love me you just love my swag [Chorus] And I'm lactose intolerant, pack toast no tolerance Black mac in backpack, blackjack and hollasense! Any turbulence (turbulence), we'll go to providence I keep the murder tints, on the impalaminge Any murder prints? (sh), no acknowledgment I go to work sir (sir), she in college miss If I like her I'm cuffing her, The wife of a hustler, be nice to ya customers When she bite it I muzzle her, Tight when I cuddle her, that's right when I puzzle her Yeah I'm right for the jugular, I ain't tryna juggle ya, diamonds when I smother her Yeah, and you know all my guns got a muffler Just wanna see the s*ut in her, I don't want a hug from her (nope) This the life and I'm living it up And if you wanna be with a g, then get in my truck [Chorus]