Cam'ron - White Girls lyrics

[Cam'Ron: Intro] KILLA! Lemme tell you about my wifey real quick...... Had her wifed up........that's what's in and sh** ya dig? [Cam'Ron: 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, jayvel was the damager ?? I wasn't understanding her, that n***a was a fan of her That was confusing 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 mama, got me getting my commas (get it?) Paid for my 1st va-ca, a trip to Bahamas (YES!) Swam in the ocean, I was dishin' pirannas That's my girl girl, yup, so give her some honor [HOOK] POPPA HAD A DREAM POPPA HAD A DREAM POPPA HAD A DREAM OOOOOOH, YES HE DIIIIIID [Cam'Ron: Verse 2] My pride and joy, I call her bu*ter 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 gutta I let my baby hang outside with the brothers Come back, cake on the bed the size of the covers Shot 5 with a s**a, another 5 with a trucker Took a hit without paying, won't get a dime for my bu*ter That's my holy ma-momma, second only to 'ganja But I did watch her, played Tony Montana Here's a queeeeeelo, yep she'll be back For them peso's, 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 k**a Cam hand to hand with Cocoa Leafs AND, and it's.........IT'S THEM BOYS WE GET DOUGH ASK A FIEND CAUSE THEY KNOW AND, and...........DON'T BE SHY WHERE TO LIE YESSIRY WE GET HIGH FA'SHO, DIPSET...............LET'S RIDE [HOOK X3] [Cam'Ron: Verse 3] KILLA! McGoo said that the bird's the word But the fur byrd gang flip bird's on curbs And, it's ya homey thunny, I got a pony dummy Phoney's clone me, calm down I'm only money Like Prince Akee, you the servant semi Living Martin's dream as I burn a hemi Not concerned with many, got my girl here When it come to money, sh** I'm burning plenty [HOOK]