Darrell "Digga" Branch - Whatever lyrics

[Cam'ron: Verse 1] I'm in a whiptail smashing it Mase went to church, set down, imagine it Who me? Devil's Advocate, sh** Tell a tale to cry, just so you could fail to lie Me, Un, Suge, Pac would go to jail and die for this f** school, A and E murder major, flavors, uh Listen to the coach you heard the players got scheming targets Philly hoes boost clothes from out of Neiman Marcus Real hot, while your flashing out, Gucci jean suit Jacket felt, oh yeah, matching 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 4 fronting, be the same 4 who'll get it Uh, and we big cats, jig cats, clcik triggas Pig n***a, bring the hook in: 6 figures [Hook] 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: Verse 2] Cats don't mess with ya'll, cause ya'll are dummies Cats f** 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 f** it, the hoods scary and all my whips they should vary You cheap n***as still shopping up up in Woodbury I'm Viv Westwood, Karl Lagerfeld, Salvatore Ferregamo, John Galiano And my girls they be blessing me first Took 'em out of Foot Locker and that referee shirt And I put that on the d**h of me first, test me, an'll squirt Best be alert, cause yo, s**y could hurt Cause one thing I can't stand is a p**y chick I need a "Here ma, goof this in your p**y" chick All these sleazes trying to be my Hillary, Winnie or Wheezy Ladies, take it easy! [Hook] 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: Verse 3] 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 k**a get all of the women Bacardi & 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 s** 'em If I'm with a chick, most likely I'm trying to f** 'em Not tryin' cuff 'em, tryin' a duck 'em, lyin' I love 'em Have em with a pie in their oven sh**, to me, ya'll a dime a dozen No time for buzzin', beat it, go find a husband sh**, 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, f**ed 40 percent sh**, drink is sour, armaretta, yo Whatever, forever, but won't stop my cheddar [Hook] 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) And I don't care how bad no chick is, I ain't licking nobody's feet! k**a! [Production by Darrell "Digga" Branch]