Cam’ron, 40 Cal - Triple Up lyrics

Dipset, Killa, streets what it is

I done stopped and styled Hummers
Rock for wild summers the nerve in me, these
Courtesy of Crocodile Hunter, that's right
That mean they croke-adile
See y'all niggas chokin now
You know my style, you know I style
Get money poster child crib, piece
I swear you should come over child
Garage, Benz, Lamborghini, Rover fouls
Red, blue, green like the average frog
Don't be mad at dog
Ferrari out the catalogue
Bracelet switched to bangles, medallion
Shit just dangle chain twist and tangle
You'll get ripped and mangled
Hit from angles
I told you we equipped with angels
Can't find you, your girl
Tape her wrists and ankles


Show her the click clicker
Better yet six figures
Ask her, "Where that nigga
Bitch? He a bitch nigga"
The big picture, get figures
My kicks glitter get with us
In the basement longer than Big Tigger

Triple up, trey eight, four nickel tucked
Get some weight on your ass
Give them nickels up
This is for my fly ice niggas
Kilo breast, chicken wing, fried rice niggas
Quadruple up
Triple five on me you stupid fuck
Take your ass up the block
Doggy the stoop is us
This is for my Benjamin bitches
You don't need 'em
Get money credit scam bitches

Killa, uh
Ayo, your clique is soft, my wrist is frost
I just pick a Porsche
Guns we strap 'em on then we lick 'em off
(Pap, pap, pap, pap) got a sickenin' loft
You know how much the kitchen cost
You bitchin' boss, get 'em crossed
Best bet don't piss me off
Listen horse, a lot of niggas I did endorse
Of course makes me nauseous when
They call the force
Only force I call is the Holocaust
Holla scholar
Bodies drop when the dollars tossed
(35 hundred)
Hot stove, jelly jar, bakin' soda
Hot water, mask, gloves, can't take the odor
But I make the quota
Hate cats that fakin' older
"Remember back in the days"
Man them days is over
Know it might seem I'm sellin'
Y'all a pipe dream
Wolf tickets, nope, been a legend since 19
And that was in the late 1990's
You late, homeboy I kept
Them 19's shiny, Killa, easy

Triple up, trey eight, four nickel tucked
Get some weight on your ass
Give them nickels up
This is for my fly ice niggas
Kilo breast, chicken wing, fried rice niggas
Quadruple up
Triple five on me you stupid fuck
Take your ass up the block
Doggy the stoop is us
This is for my Benjamin bitches
You don't need 'em
Get money credit scam bitches

I came a long way from gettin'
Hanged by a white jury look at my neck
All you see hang white jewelry
I triple the chain, triple the wrist
Dice game the same night
I throw triples and split
I get ménage à trois
That's triple the chicks
Got 'em on a triple beam
Takin' trips with the bricks
My clique, the weight watchers
We wait for niggas with watches
Or watch niggas with weight with
Cake in they wallet
Rapin' they pockets and takin' they projects
If you flip like T-Mobile I
Could make you a sidekick
Shit you see a profit one day off of my flip
You gotta go triple
Just say that it's my shit
But for now get ya hustle up
How you talk about triple when you
Still trying to double up
This the bubble music
Hoes with the bubble butt bubble coke
And they bubble coke to cop that bubble truck

Triple up, trey eight, four nickel tucked
Get some weight on your ass
Give them nickels up
This is for my fly ice niggas
Kilo breast, chicken wing, fried rice niggas
Quadruple up
Triple five on me you stupid fuck
Take your ass up the block
Doggy the stoop is us
This is for my Benjamin bitches
You don't need 'em
Get money credit scam bitches