Wyclef Jean, WavieboiD, T-Baby - Camel to Ferraris lyrics

[Wyclef Jean, WavieboiD, T-Baby - Camel to Ferraris lyrics]

(New everything, me have me new money
Me have me new dividends me new mutual fund
Me new stocks me new bank account
And bare no tings round here)
Straight from the parishes of Haiti
To Brooklyn, New Jersey
Who would have thought we would
Have landed in Dubai (Chaa)

Back from Abu Dhabi
From the camel to Ferrari
The only thing you can't be
Is what you can't dream
Back from the grand priest
Riding camels and Ferraris
You see the only thing you can't be
What you can't be

We picked up the hundreds and fifties
We ran through the bandos as kids
But it wasn't my time, perfected my craft
To take care of my niggas that's with me
Trying to get them Ferraris and Bentleys
To show all the gangs in the trenches
That we gone get richer and richer
So we try and get richer and richer

Cause, I came in just like you
Raised in the projects just like you
Mama was on welfare just like you
I even robbed a store once just like you
My house was kinda rough just like you
So I fought for myself boy just like you
I even bought a gun man, just like you
Shot it off a few times
(R-r rah) just like you
My people in a gang man, just like you
They were murdered in Flatbush Avenue
Revenge on my mind man, just like you
But preparing on doing your mom in too
More money more problems man, just like you
Yeah, flesh and blood man, just like you
Good days, bad days
Girl we will pull through
I ran for president, so can you

Back from Abu Dhabi
From the camel to Ferrari
The only thing you can't be
Is what you can't dream
Back from the grand priest
Riding camels and Ferraris
You see the only thing you can't be
What you can't be

We picked up the hundreds and fifties
We ran through the bandos as kids
But it wasn't my time, perfected my craft
To take care of my niggas that's with me
Trying to get them Ferraris and Bentleys
To show all the gangs in the trenches
That we gone get richer and richer
So we try and get richer and richer
I put it on for the crib
Showing the wave what it is
I just got off of the flight
I just got back from Dubai
Nigga I like it I bite (whoa)
I made a way out the way
I'm putting money away
When they get clouds on your rains
They talk about making it rain

I'm talking about trips to the bay
Everybody love you til they hate you
Acting like they love you but they hate you
I can see them talking in the rearview
Engine revving I can't even hear you
We picked up the hundreds and fifties
We ran through the bandos as kids
But it wasn't my time, perfected my craft
To take care of my niggas that's with me
Trying to get them Ferraris and Bentleys
To show all the gangs in the trenches
That we gone get richer and richer
So we try and get richer and richer
Mama told me when I hit the
Streets the shit won't get easy
But they need me to feed
Them pasta like Luigi
Couple gs in my pocket
Flexxing like I ate my wheeties
All night same clothes I

Needed all night creeping
I needed white grannies just like you
White couch, marble floors just like you
Just like you send my young boys home
With the Tonton Macoute
We come with the low choppers
Still in the basement
Ain't never made it out, ain't never fake it
Just trying to be on the
List with the greatest
I love you, you understand big homie?
You made it
We picked up the hundreds and fifties
We ran through the bandos as kids
But it wasn't my time, perfected my craft
To take care of my niggas that's with me
Trying to get them Ferraris and Bentleys
To show all the gangs in the trenches
That we gone get richer and richer
So we try and get richer and richer

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