Weekend Cam'ron

[Verse 1: Cam'ron]
Uh, Killa, Killa!
Harlem World '89, black Jordans they were mine
Hund'-eighth, Toy Dork is the only one ever pay me mind
Baby mine, lady fine (fine), you ever date a dime? (dime)
Before your favorite rhymes, had gator lime
Major crime made me grind, copped fancy heat
You know hater time, cat food, Fancy Feast
Dated Nancy niece, she like candy treats
God damn she sweet, we did Delancey Street
We hopped the D train, you don't understand the streets
No hassle heffer, did we battle? Never
We went Easter shoppin', coppin' them tassled leathers
From Gimbels with game, make it simple and plain
I wanna nibble on ya ear, rekindle the flame
I'm God's child, but yeah I got devilish game
Once you meddle wit' Cam, ma'am it's never the same
So you through with the peekin'?
You pursuin' and seekin'? You know the season
Killa, what you doin' this weekend? Huh? Killa, Killa!

[Chorus: Cam'ron (Weekend Girl sample)]
(Weekend girl)
You could be, you could be, you could be, you could be
You could be, you could be, you could be...
(And I don't have time on the weekday)
You could be my, you could be my
(Weekend girl)
You could be, you could be, you could be, you could be
You could be, you could be, you could be...
(But maybe we can try to work it out)