Camara Kambon - Been There, Done That lyrics

[Hook (x2)] I been there, and done that You got guns? Ayo, I got straps A million motherf**ers on the planet Earth Talk that hard bullsh** cause that's all they worth [Verse 1: Dr. Dre] No question, it's all about the D-O-E So if money is the root I want the whole damn tree Ain't tryna stick around for Illuminati Got to buy my own island by the year 2G Since way back, I've been collectin my fee With the 48 tracks and the M-I-C Got a palace in the Hills overlookin the sea It's worth eight, but I only paid five point three Worldwide, like the triple beam I slide Listenin to your demo in the stretch limo Is how I ride, cartel style, vaults stacked to the max now A million dollar style, n***as wonder how "Dre Day" every day Trips to Montego Bay with more chips than Frito Lay Floss j**els and attire, ain't nothin' flyer Straight or illegal, it's still the root of all evil, cause [Hook (x2)] [Verse 2] Young black Rockefeller, hella swiss and mozarella Pockets sweller, gettin money like a bank teller Cause a fool and his dough soon split So when you come across a fool get all that you can get Ladies, get your paper too Don't expect for no man to support you, keep it true Cause most n***as erase hoes that's out for the pesos My woman's independent, makin dough by the caseloads I'mma keep buildin', make a k**in' Kick back relax, and grow old with my millions That's where it's at, you got drama, I got the gat But we both black, so I don't wanna lay you flat Instead let's get paper, while it's paper to get Private jet, 600 Coupes, then I run Vettes I'm livin on another level that y'all ain't been yet Spend a mill', no sweat, water the lawn with Moet [Hook (x2)] [Verse 3] This is for the millionaires, throw a stack in the air And watch n***as start plottin, b**hes start to stare Cause game is money, and money is game And broke n***as make the 45 flame with no shame Now many people die over these dead green guys Ignorance and greed take they a** by surprise It's the root of all evil and sins Yet and still it makes the world go around like my 20 inch rims Moolah y'all, platinum plaques cover my walls Grindin, diamonds shinin, without one flaw Get the cash, the gra**, the a** and bounce Luciano in all amounts, that's all that counts, cause [Hook (x2)] [Outro: Dr. Dre] Uhhh, yeah, uh Yeah, uh, yeah, uh That's right, ha All these people out talkin about who they are, what they got Heh, it don't even matter Been there, done that As long as you true to yourself, gotta be true to yourself I was always told If you don't stand for somethin you'll fall for anything, ha ha Yeah, that's right! The Aftermath, beatin up on your eardrums Heh, gotta say wha**up to King Tee, and my man Nationowl They up in here, gotta say wha**up to Chris the Glove G-L-O-V-E, ha ha Yeah, that's how it goes down, ha ha, yeah, ahh This is how we comin, heh, yeah This is how we comin y'all - you know what? Huh [Hook (x2)]