[Intro]
Remix! uh huh (oh baby)
Diplomats, holla
Cash Money, huh, nothin’

[Verse: Cam’ron]
When Cam saw the (girl) look at her shoes (girl)
Look at her purse (girl) all I said was (oh girl)
Look mami I’m no good, I’m so hood
You know my potential, bumpin’ you I might change my whole schedule
We’ll go shoppin’, copppin’, sweat suit, gym skim
Jeans stary I don’t sweat no hoochie
I want the (girl) so she gave me the (girl)
Now I’m screamin’ out (girl, girl, girl, girl)
Uh, holla . . .

[Verse: Baby]
(Hey, hey)
See I meet my (girl) I thank for my (girl)
Than this yo (girl) is you the bird (girl)
Mami I whip my (girl) spend chips wit my (girl)
Hit the mall then girls spend chips wit my cliques
See I gladden my (girl) satin sheets my (girl)
See I Gucci my (girl) chin-chilla my (oh girl)
Well it’s the Birdman (girl) see ya tomorrow night (girl)
Diplomat ‘bout to fill up to much honey for ya

[Verse: Jimmy Jones]
Yo pardon me (girl) but I’m tryin’ to slide (girl)
You’re drunken hot (girl) and not just the minimal
Ma you dealin’ wit some criminals
And we always wit heaters, ‘dem wife beaters and icy gliche speakers
Plus, I like (girl) that only like (girl)
That don’t make ‘em dike (girl) but that make ‘em my (oh girl)
Ooh, I can’t believe what I said
You won’t believe what I said until I have to get straight into bed

[Verse: Baby]
Their my emits (girl) them N-Y (girl)
Them early (girl) and them new artist (oh girl)
See them Boston (girl) and them “D” type (girl)
A-T-L, yea, them pimp money girl
I like them Benzs (girl) them Lexus (girl)
Cadillacs nice (girl) smittin’ Wes and my (oh girl)
Big coupe for the (girl) Lexus dupe for the (girl)
Get a Benz wit them bubble eye lens for my

[Verse: Cam’ron]
What about them Chi’ town (girl) and them Harlem World (girl)
And them H-Town (girl) and them Seattle’s (oh girl)
It’s the Birdman (girl) and the Bird game (girl)
Be prepared for brains, then you can wear the chain
A thousand brands you carryin’ B, this way I can see if you can carry a key
I’m from the “Valet ”, carried the key to carry a “V”
Married a G now you carryin’ me
C’mon (girl) go on now (girl)
And so on, and so on, and so on now (oh girl)
Relax, relate, release just chief
And you’ll be at peace, that’s how I reached my goal

[Verse: Jimmy]
Now let me talk to the (girl)
Cause if she walk about my way dooms I got no choice but talk to the (oh girl)
For every (girl) in the ghetto that get some change
A couple pants Diledos and do they hair look special
I’m in love wit ya gangsta, but trust me girl
You gon’ be in love wit this gangsta
So I’m lookin’ for the (girl) so I can hook up wit the (girl, girl, girl, girl)
And them brains have me screamin’ out girl!

[Verse: Baby]
(Hey, hey, hey)
See I Louie my (girl) more rims for my (girl)
More tires for my (girl) new lens for my (oh girl)
Cardi L’s for my (girl) then I braided my (girl)
6 drop-top coupe no kin on the
See I dipped in my (girl) car chauffeur my (girl)
Two-seater my (girl) new Beamer my (oh girl)
And then I flip my (girl) then I dip my (girl)
Me and Cam hit the block in them . . .

[Verse: Jimmy Jones]
Fuck the chalkin’, not too much that the Jones can say
But baby girl are you goin’ my way listen (girl)
Let’s get missin’ (girl) I’m a hit you wit the keys and I’ll let you whip me
Not to be so cocky and rude my chains are platinum my watch is huge (oh girl)
So, let ya thong be showed and ya top you can lose and come cruise in the drop wit no shoes

[Verse: Cam’ron]
What about Moicua (girl) Dominicana (girl)
My black miss (girl) my sacked fifth (oh girl)
My crack flip (girl) my rat wrist girl (girl)
Don’t act shit, don’t take jack shit
My stylin’ V (girl) my allen V’s (girl)
My seven jeans (girl) it’s a f’in mean world (oh girl)
But it’s the boy, that flip the (girl)
So after I flip the girls get at the boys killa (yeaaa)

[Outro: Cam’ron]
Uh huh, it’s nothin’ man
Cash Money, Diplomats, TQ, Jim Jones (oh girl)
Baby, killa, The Don . . .
You know, hoe money is slow money but it’s sho’ money
Harlem, New Orleans
It’s nothin man, Santana freaky (oh girl)
Weezy I see’s you man, holla

[Baby]
Rockafella’ we get money pimp
We honest men, Weezy Weezy baby
Holla at yo boy! You know?
Let’s get the chop cross the chips and get the bricks wit them . . .
Silence, c’mon, let’s get money pimps
Whoo! T-Qeezy my baby!
You know? I’m lookin’ for a girl, you understand
That can break me off and give me somethin’ lovely, HOLLA!


lyrics by:
[KL]TEAM and [VST]KREW