Ghetto Prophets Cam'Ron & A-Trak (Ft. Conway the Machine)

[Intro: Cam'ron]
Ayo, A-Trak, man
Let me tell you what the fuck happened the other day, man
Listen (Crazy)
Right, look

[Verse 1: Cam'ron]
I picked her up in my sports car (Vroom)
She hopped in, tight jeans, sports bra (Hey, cutie)
She about a seven, so I took her a four-star
Can't front, I was harder than a doorknob (Shit, I was)
We was done, I said, "Here go your report card"
A C-plus, she was like, "Hell nah"
You kept kissin' it, you wasn't on your job
Then I grabbed the back of your head, you got your jaws raw
She said, "Keep it to yourself, no rebelling"
I said, "Bitch, we ain't kiss, don't worry 'bout me telling", look herе
I'm a fella, some say I'm compellin' (Wеll, I am)
I'm what you get, Boston George mixed with Margiela (What up?)
And Margielas in the glove, I got the semi' cocked
Don't talk old money if you never had a Penzi box (What's that?)
Go 'head and Google that, Killa, I'm talkin' Snapple facts (Facts)
I'm gettin' milky money, you can keep the Apple Jacks

[Chorus: Conway the Machine & Cam'ron]
Stop playin', you know I'm gettin' to that low (Stop playin' with me, nigga)
Two new Virgil colorways, I just got 'em both (Hahaha)
Drip, drip, drip, ninety-two hundred for my coat (Drip)
White girl and doggy-dog, I sold 'em both (Haha)
Niggas stackin' five hundred thousand sellin' dope (Back)
Infinity pools and ocean views right by the coast
Switch on the pole, youngin' gon' up it if it's smoke (Brrt)
Switch on the pole, nigga, this Dip-Dipset (Boom, boom, boom, boom)