Glitter Cam'ron (Ft. PROSPECT PENZ)

(Chorus)
A two year old in a diaper, it was filled up with shit
And came over and said “Why it’s glitter on your wrist,, and glitter on your ear
And glitter on your chain, and glitter on your neck?” Well, Glitter’s man name
I Shine, I Shine
Let’s get this money Moe
And your bitch is mine
You acting funny Ho

(Cam’ron)
I got a crib my the sea with shells like them Adidas tops
But it’s cold hard cash in my sneakerbox
I don’t need your props, I’m that dude you need to watch
Ice so heavy, you can’t read the watch, I need to stop
Stop, on the contrary, pies here
I picked up my intern like Hi Drea
I keep her low like Bob Perry, so why pay her
When I fuck her like Marbury, Isaiah
Why play her, she greet me like “Hi player
It don’t matter the city, Cam you my mayor”
International money, you know fly papers
Call the crib red velvet, five layers
And the garage and drive-way, I’m laugh damn
It’s nothing else to call it, but a traffic jam
You a bastard Cam, you need a crossing guard
For the horses and the porsches, yeah Im flossing hard