Cam'ron - Whatever lyrics

Whatever ringtone on your mobile phone

I'm in a whiptail smashin' it Mase wen't to chruch, set down, imagine it Who me? Devil's Advocate Shit Tell a tail to cry, just so you could fail to lie Me, Un, Suge, Pac would go to jail and die for this Fuck school, A and E murder major, ???? flavors, uh Listen to the coach you heard the players got schemin' targets Philly hoes boost clothes from out of Neiman Marcus Real hot, while your flashin' out, Gucci jean suit Jacket foult, oh yeah, matchin' 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 fo frontin', be the same fo who'll get it Uh, and we big cats, jig cats, clcik triggas Pig nigga, bring the hook in 6 figures [Chorus] 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) Cats don't mess with ya'll, cause ya'll are dummies Cats fuck 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 Fuck it, the hoods scary and all my whips they should vary You cheap niggaz still shopping up up in woodbury I'm 5th westwood, carlotafella, sarachuf, paragamo, John Galiano And my girls they be blessin' me first Took 'em out of Foot Locker and that referee shirt And I put that on the death of me first, test me, an'll squirt Best be alert, cause yo sexy could hurt Uh, cause one thing I can't stand is a pussy chick I need a "Here ma, goof this in your pussy" chick All these sleazes trying to be my Hillary, Winnie or Wheezy LADIES TAKE IT EASY [Chorus] To all my cats in the club, who be dead at the bar We getting head in the car (Whatever) To all my women whippin' a Jeep, getting it sweet Have 'em licking your feet (Whatever) 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 Killa get all of the women Bakardi in 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 suck 'em If I'm with a chick, most likely I'm trying to fuck 'em Not tryin' cuff 'em, tryin' a duck 'em, lyin' I love 'em Have with a pie in they're oven Shit, to me, ya'll a dime a dozen No time for buzzin', beat it, go find a husband Shit, 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, fucked 40 percent Shit, drink is sour, armaretta, yo Whatever, forever, but won't stop my chedda [Chorus] For all my cats with the ice, who don't need no wife We getting head tonight (Whatever) To my honey's that stall, give a dummy a call Get his money and ball (Whatever) To all my cats in the club, who be dead at the bar We getting head in the car (Whatever) To all my women whippin' a Jeep Getting it sweet, have 'em licking ya feet (Whatever) And I don't care how bad no chick is, I ain't licking nobody's feet (Whatever) Killa (Whatever)