[Cam'Ron] Tito, crack that dutch Roll that purple up n***as slacking in their macking Simpin' in their pimpin' Glad I got you baby You the only one I can count on man You may crutch man, yo [Verse 1] We leaves spots milt, you get your top tilt Mop filled, my block leaves cops k**ed, duck shots still You not built, you had zirconi's, those was zirconia's I kept it spot built, I can ensemble linen Grinin' on rock, silk, I'm hitting b**hes like switches I'm a top Wilt, that's Chamberlain, mama became a friend Said she had the lamest men, wanted to learn the game I win I had to game her then, you rearrange your friends Then you change that Benz, we need a Range with Rims She bought a gravy Rover, it had a pastry odor Yes she made the quota, cause I'm like Ray Liotta Fiends in a caskets, leaning them ba*tards But the meanest of fabrics, when I'm with Athena Ona**is Or Ms. Trina, the queen of the a**es Causes when it come to purple, I've seen it in ma**es [Cam - talking] Whoo! Tino, you almost finished? (This ain't purple neither Tito) This blunt almost out right here (I don't know what this is) I love you man (I'm not smoking this) Only thing I count on is you (Tito I want him, I don't want him) Tito just got the blunt, (Don't f** with nothing else but you) I'm reloaded now, (God damn) (Tito roll me up another blunt, something ain't right with this) [Verse 2] And I'm a nuisance child, game in a stupor now Plus, I'm stupid foul, pulled a coup to trial I come through Can*l, and let the luger style In the DA mouth sh**, here's a root can*l Right on center street, put 'em on front street Next day the front page, who gonna front on me Girls deranked and chumped, call 'em skank and c*nt Take a trip with the Dip b**h, to the bank to stunt Serena Williams, down to Ivanka Trump Who wanna bang her rump, chump, yes I bring the pump That's why I'm kinda hyped, because my money's good Which means my mind is right, so I got time to write How I grind at night, Next tab, china white Army hat, army jacket, yesir my line is right Diminish his army, we finished the Don P Now let's get purple like Grimace and Barney Holla [Cam - talking] I gotta come in now, I don't know what Tito's rolling up I gotta roll it up my self (I don't know what's in them Dutch Masters) If you don't crush your own weed up And put it in the blunt yourself Your own brother'll hand you some dust That's what time it is I gotta come in Give me two minutes y'all, I'll be back with y'all in a minute I gotta roll up