White Girls
Cam'ron Lyrics

Lemme tell you about my wifey real quick
Let me introduce you to my wife

Had her wifed up that's what's in and shit ya dig?
Committed to her and married, you know what I mean?

Yo she took me out my stinkin' aces, to the pinkest bracelet
She took me from rags to riches and pampered me with luxurious gifts

Basics to basics, no way you could think I'm racist
I'm not racist, I appreciate people for who they are regardless of their color or ethnicity

Got a white girl, tell you that she's quite thorough
I have a white girl and she's amazing

Borough to borough, flew me through this white world (from what?)
She showed me different parts of the world and introduced me to her white culture

From Columbia, then she moved to Canada
She is originally from Columbia, but she later moved to Canada

Now she live in harlem, writing, you could say I manage her
Now she lives in Harlem and I'm responsible for managing her writing career

Met her in ninety, Jayvel was the damager ?
I met her in the 1990s, Jayvel was causing her problems

I wasn't understanding her, that nigga was a fan of her
I didn't understand her situation, that guy was just a fan of hers

That was confusing her, he was abusing her
That was causing her confusion, he was mistreating her

That wasn't new to her, bought me a luger brah
That wasn't a new experience for her, she bought me a gun, friend

Of course of course, never had intercourse
Of course, we never had sex

Without her wouldn't of been a boss
Without her, I wouldn't be the boss that I am

I would flip for my mama, got me getting my commas (get it?)
I would do anything for my mother and I'm making a lot of money (get it?)

Paid for my 1st va-ca, a trip to Bahamas (yes!)
She paid for my first vacation, a trip to the Bahamas (yes!)

Swam in the ocean, I was dishin' piranhas
We swam in the ocean and had a great time, I was even feeding the piranhas

That's my girl girl, yup, so give her some honor
That's my girl, so please show her respect and honor

Poppa had a dream
My father had a dream

My pride and joy, I call her butter
My girlfriend is my pride and joy, I call her my butter

When she bake a cake, we'll be lovers
When she bakes a cake, it's a sign that we'll have a romantic time

She live with me right, I hide her from my mother
She lives with me and I keep her hidden from my mother

See she wouldn't understand I'm supplyin' the gutta
My mother wouldn't understand that I'm supplying drugs to the streets

I let my baby hang outside with the brothers
I let my girlfriend hang out with my friends

Come back, cake on the bed the size of the covers
When she comes back, there's a lot of money on the bed

Shot 5 with a sucka, another five with a trucker
I shot five times with one guy and another five times with another guy

Took a hit without paying, won't get a dime for my butter
Someone stole from me and won't get anything for it

That's my holy ma-momma, second only to 'ganja
My mother is holy to me, but marijuana is a close second

But I did watch her, played Tony Montana
But I did keep an eye on her, like Tony Montana

Here's a quelo, yep she'll be back
Here's some money, she'll be back for more

For them peso's, yep she'll be crack
For some pesos, she'll sell crack

Rocks so bright, money so right
My jewelry is shiny and my money is plentiful

I got seven workers, she's snow white
I have seven employees and my girlfriend is the only white one

And you know the steez, I met the ocean breeze
And you know how it is, I met a drug supplier by the ocean

Killa cam hand to hand with cocoa leafs
I'm selling drugs hand to hand on the streets

And, and it's it's them boys
And it's those guys

We get dough
We make money

Ask a fiend
Ask a drug addict

Cause they know
Because they know

And, and don't be shy
And don't be hesitant

Where to lie
Where to find drugs

Yessiry
Yes sir

We get high
We do drugs

Fa'sho, dipset let's ride
For sure, let's go Dipset!

Mcgoo said that the bird's the word
Mcgoo said that communication is important

But the fur byrd gang flip bird's on curbs
But the fur bird gang sells drugs on street corners

And, it's ya homey thunny, I got a pony dumy
And, it's me, your friend Thunny, and I have a gun

Phoney's clone me, calm down I'm only money
Fake people try to copy me, but I'm just focused on making money

Like prince akee, you the servant semi
Like Prince Akeem, you're a half-baked servant

Living martin's dream as I burn a hemi
Living Martin Luther King's dream as I smoke marijuana

Not concerned with many, got my girl here
I'm not concerned with many people, I have my girlfriend with me

When it come to money, shit I'm burning plenty
When it comes to money, I'm making and spending a lot

Poppa had a dream
My father had a dream