[Cam'Ron]



                      I get the boasters boasting, I get computers puting



                      Y'all get shot at, call me, I do the shooting



                      I do the recruiting, I tutor the students



                      I nurture they brain, I'm moving the movement



                      Whether buddist or budah, that's judist or juda



                      I got luger to ruger, hit from +Roota to Toota+



                      Chick from hooter to hooter, I put two in producers



                      I'm the real boss story, the hoolah of hoosiers



                      I rock mostly dosey, I roll mostly dololy



                      I'll leave you wholy, holy, you'll say "Holy Moly"



                      Here come the coroner get 'em, play "Rolly Poley"



                      I'll tell you true stories, how I coldly hold heat



                      When it's repping time, I get on extra grind



                      Fried to fricassee, pepperseed to pepperdine



                      Jeff Hamilton, +Genesis+, leather time



                    Bitches say I'm the man, I tell 'em "Nevermind"

                    [Chorus]



                      They getting nice, they got some ice



                      Let's get the dice and roll 'em (get 'em girls)



                      They getting chips, they flippin' bricks



                      Get the Rots and Pits, tell 'em (get 'em girls)



                      See acting fiesty, getting shiesty



                      Call her wifey, tell her (get 'em girls)



                      Just lay back, get your face slapped



                      We at the race track, eight stacks (get 'em girl)

                    [Cam'Ron]



                      You acting funny nigga, come dumb, dumby nigga



                      Killa keeps twenty blikers (I'm getting money nigga)



                      So you should move away, or join the dude in Play



                      Hey, so you can say (I'm getting money nigga)



                      First pal up in the rare, I style up in my gear



                      Stallion of the year, medallions in my ear



                      Whips on my fists, houses on my wrists



                      Your budget on my neck, your spouse on my dick



                      Posters on the wall, posted on my balls



                      Dick in her mouth, I tell her (I'm getting money nigga)



                      Y'all faking the fizzle, I'm caking for shizzle



                      Fuck a Sizzler steak, my steak stay sizzled



                      Eight, boom, boom, my ace boon coon



                      Shake, bake, skate, vroom, vroom (We getting money nigga)



                      Seventh to eighth, zoom, zoom, boom, boom tune



                      For I get like that boom, boom room (I'm getting money nigga)



                      Wreck 'N Effects, zoom, zoom, meh poon, poon



                      Since the movie "Cacoon", had my uzi, platooned (I'm getting money nigga)

                    [Chorus]



                      They getting nice, they got some ice



                      Let's get the dice and roll 'em (get 'em girls)



                      They getting chips, they flippin' bricks



                      Get the Rots and Pits, tell 'em (get 'em girls)



                      See acting fiesty, getting shiesty



                      Call her wifey, tell her (get 'em girls)



                      Just lay back, get your face slapped



                      We at the race track, eight stacks (get 'em girl)

                    [Cam'Ron]



                      My team is the "Goonies" we where seen with buffonies



                      Toonies, best dressed, stay up in Nemis, and Bloomies



                      Want to hit it from the back, she agreed that I'm looney



                      But proceeded to moon me (I'm getting money nigga)



                      Baby, BS in honey do, Cam, Vs 1 and 2



                      I'll help you get your son out of P.S. 22



                      Get him a maury flow, from the maury show



                      Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the Maury Show



                      He in bootcamp, you on food stamps



                      Welfare, no healthcare, a true tramp



                      And I'm lockey, lockey, leave you pokey, pokey



                      No Rice a Roni, that's the Okey, Dokey



                      Me and Toby homie, make you do the hokey pokey



                      Pull the pound, up and down, turn yourself around shorty



                      Here's some weed, burn yourself a pound whodie



                      Here's a map, go load yourself a town, sporty



                      I was down forty, now I'm up fifty



                      Buck fifty, buck quickly, who could fuck with me?



                      Killa

                    [Chorus]



                      They getting nice, they got some ice



                      Let's get the dice and roll 'em (get 'em girls)



                      They getting chips, they flippin' bricks



                      Get the Rots and Pits, tell 'em (get 'em girls)



                      See acting fiesty, getting shiesty



                      Call her wifey, tell her (get 'em girls)



                      Just lay back, get your face slapped



                      We at the race track, eight stacks (get 'em girl)