Cam’ron - Whatever lyrics

Uno (Bitch) , dos, tres, cuatro (Six-figure, six-figure)
Uh, Killa
(Killa) , Dipset (Killa) , Killa (Killa)
Killa (Killa) , Killa (Killa) , yo

I'm in a whip, pedal smashin'
Ma$e went to church settled down, imagine it
(Psh) Who me? Devil's advocate, shit
Tell a tale to cry
Just so you could fail to lie me and Un
Suge and Pac would go to
Jail and die for this
Fuck school, A&E murder major
CLK 'sured the flavor, uh
Now listen to the coach
You heard the players, got schemin' targets
(Schemin' targets)
Philly hoes boostin' for me
Out of Neiman Marcus
Real hot while you fast amount (Fast amount)
Gucci jean suit, jacket felt, oh, yeah
Matching belt uh, she so independent
But I slap her
(Why?) 'Cause I ain't slap a ho in a minute
I'm low, low, low in a Range Rov' tinted
(Tinted) same four frontin' be the same
Four who get it, uh
And we big cats, J cats, click triggers
Pig nigga, bring the hook in, six figures

To 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 (Dummies)
Cats fuck with me 'cause I tell 'em
"Let's get money"
Get it, get a Benz, come through on twenties
Me and Jim Jones stay fighting two on twenty
Fuck it, the hood scary and all my whips
They should vary (Vary)
Y'all cheap niggas still shoppin'
Up in Woodbury
I'm Viv Westwood, Karl Lagerfeld
Salvatore Ferragamo
('Gamo) , John Galliano, uh
And my girls they be blessin' me first (Why?)
Took 'em out of Foot Locker
And that referee shirt
And I put that on the death of me first
Test me to squirt
Best be alert, 'cause, yo, sexy could hurt
Uh 'Cause one thing I can't stand
Is a pussy chick (Uh)
I need a "Here ma
Boof this in your pussy" chick
All these sleazies tryna be my Hillary
Winnie or Weezy, lady, take it easy

To all my cats in the club
Who be dead at the bar
We gettin' head in the car (Whatever)
To all my women whippin' a Jeep
Gettin' the suite have 'em lickin' your feet
(Whatever) , yo, yo

Let's stab 'em, let's stick
'em, let's get 'em, get all of his spendings
Grab him and flip it while Killa
Get all of the women
Bacardi and lemon, Ferrari is lemon
Party in linen
Sorry I'm limpin', I'm just frontin', ya'll
Ya tittes, I'll touch 'em, I'll
Kiss 'em, I'll hug 'em, i'll suck 'em
(Suck 'em) if I'm with a chick
Most likely I'm trying to fuck 'em
(Fuck 'em)
Not tryin' cuff 'em, tryin' to duck 'em
Lyin', I love 'em, have em with
A pie in they oven, shit
Diss me? Y'all 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 (Clothes)
I'm at the Tunnel, they let in 500 hoes
(500 hoes? Let's go)
I'm at the bar, see shorty is bent
My ratio up in here, fuck, 40 percent, shit
Drinkin' sour Amaretto, yo, whatever
Forever, but won't stop my cheddar

To all 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)
To all my cats in the club
Who be dead at the bar
We gettin' head in the car
(Whatever, gettin' head in the car)
To all my women whippin' a Jeep
Gettin' the suite
Have 'em lickin' your feet (Whatever)

And I don't care how bad no chick is
I ain't licking nobody feet (Whatever)
Killa (Whatever)