Imma give it to you straight no chaser
You don't like me then you gotta be a hater
You don't like Free then you gotta getcha weight up
Cuz I'm a big player and I just got in the game
But they say I'm something major (Uh-huh)
Countin' up the cash the cheese the paper (Count it up, count it up)
Money trees is the only thing to shade her
Money green is my favorite color flavor
If it ain't bout a bag imma talk about it later
Cuz I'm gettin to it, gettin to it, gettin to it quick (Uh huh)
Pretty face wit some real nice tits (Oouh)
He prefer the lace while I'm sitting on his dick
I be talkin big shit so he call the kid slick
Oouh, he nasty
He hit it from the back cuz I'm assy
For air I am gasping, cuz he's thrashing
While he's grasping, my waist (My waist)
He want a taste
Imma drop this pussy on his face
He gone eat it like his name Anna Mae (Eat it up, eat it up)
Eat the damn cake eat the damn cake
Cuz he say I'm his favorite dessert
He under my skirt
He play wit the cat then he make it go squirt (Splash)
He tug on my shirt now he making it hurt
How did this all come from a friendly flirt
Cuz in my head that's my man you see
This is the WhoCamille fantasy
I bet your nigga is a fan of me
He talkin bout kids and a family
While I'm riding down 83
Swerve, swerve skrt on me (Skrt)
But I'm chillin in my Nike Tech fleece
Gotta stay in character you know Coach Free (Hey)
Beating up the beat is my caffeine
I'm addicted to the coffee and the cream (Money)
Put the pen to the pad let it bleed
Then recite every word cuz in the booth we don't read (Naw)
Cuz I be really in the booth ion't cheat
Perfect practice like ya favorite athlete
I just cook it up and then I watch 'em eat
Honestly it's therapeutic it's my release
Catch me at the stu with Carmen
Putting final touches on that Copper and Carbon (Carbon)
That's a riddle tell me can you solve it
If not, Imma help you with the problem
It's 8 songs, bout 30 minutes long
On the cover art I had a green thong
On everyone I go bar for bar
And if they disagree then they dead wrong (Hater)
Cuz I'm in monster mode do the impossible
Took a different road to get to my goals
But right now, the area code
Is 410, 410 the 443, that's where I be
Malcolm X, by any means
I pledge allegiance, to the cheese
Gold or silver, gold please
So they can see, my royalty
I need to see, some loyalty
A lot of you hoes, owing me
Y'all f*ck niggas be blowing me
Talking shows I need 40 G'z
If it ain't that you ain't affording me
So tell ya people move accordingly
I like my money real fat call it morbidly
Cuz I'm bout my cash but you already knew
I'll take it in green but I'd rather it blue
So cold on the beat bitch I made it achoo
Bring me ginger ale and some chicken soup
I sneezed on the beat think that I got the flu
I sneezed on the beat think that I got the flu
410 shit bitch you know how we do
Aye, what I said
410 Shit bitch you know how we do
Cartier Dad, 410 shit (410 shit)
WhoCamille, 410 shit (Uh huh, uh huh)
You know how we do
410 Shit bitch you know how we do
WhoCamille - 410 $hit Lyrics
WhoCamille - 410 $hit Lyrics
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English
Imma give it to you straight no chaser
You don't like me then you gotta be a hater
You don't like Free then you gotta getcha weight up
Cuz I'm a big player and I just got in the game
But they say I'm something major (Uh-huh)
Countin' up the cash the cheese the paper (Count it up, count it up)
Money trees is the only thing to shade her
Money green is my favorite color flavor
If it ain't bout a bag imma talk about it later
Cuz I'm gettin to it, gettin to it, gettin to it quick (Uh huh)
Pretty face wit some real nice tits (Oouh)
He prefer the lace while I'm sitting on his dick
I be talkin big shit so he call the kid slick
Oouh, he nasty
He hit it from the back cuz I'm assy
For air I am gasping, cuz he's thrashing
While he's grasping, my waist (My waist)
He want a taste
Imma drop this pussy on his face
He gone eat it like his name Anna Mae (Eat it up, eat it up)
Eat the damn cake eat the damn cake
Cuz he say I'm his favorite dessert
He under my skirt
He play wit the cat then he make it go squirt (Splash)
He tug on my shirt now he making it hurt
How did this all come from a friendly flirt
Cuz in my head that's my man you see
This is the WhoCamille fantasy
I bet your nigga is a fan of me
He talkin bout kids and a family
While I'm riding down 83
Swerve, swerve skrt on me (Skrt)
But I'm chillin in my Nike Tech fleece
Gotta stay in character you know Coach Free (Hey)
Beating up the beat is my caffeine
I'm addicted to the coffee and the cream (Money)
Put the pen to the pad let it bleed
Then recite every word cuz in the booth we don't read (Naw)
Cuz I be really in the booth ion't cheat
Perfect practice like ya favorite athlete
I just cook it up and then I watch 'em eat
Honestly it's therapeutic it's my release
Catch me at the stu with Carmen
Putting final touches on that Copper and Carbon (Carbon)
That's a riddle tell me can you solve it
If not, Imma help you with the problem
It's 8 songs, bout 30 minutes long
On the cover art I had a green thong
On everyone I go bar for bar
And if they disagree then they dead wrong (Hater)
Cuz I'm in monster mode do the impossible
Took a different road to get to my goals
But right now, the area code
Is 410, 410 the 443, that's where I be
Malcolm X, by any means
I pledge allegiance, to the cheese
Gold or silver, gold please
So they can see, my royalty
I need to see, some loyalty
A lot of you hoes, owing me
Y'all f*ck niggas be blowing me
Talking shows I need 40 G'z
If it ain't that you ain't affording me
So tell ya people move accordingly
I like my money real fat call it morbidly
Cuz I'm bout my cash but you already knew
I'll take it in green but I'd rather it blue
So cold on the beat bitch I made it achoo
Bring me ginger ale and some chicken soup
I sneezed on the beat think that I got the flu
I sneezed on the beat think that I got the flu
410 shit bitch you know how we do
Aye, what I said
410 Shit bitch you know how we do
Cartier Dad, 410 shit (410 shit)
WhoCamille, 410 shit (Uh huh, uh huh)
You know how we do
410 Shit bitch you know how we do
You don't like me then you gotta be a hater
You don't like Free then you gotta getcha weight up
Cuz I'm a big player and I just got in the game
But they say I'm something major (Uh-huh)
Countin' up the cash the cheese the paper (Count it up, count it up)
Money trees is the only thing to shade her
Money green is my favorite color flavor
If it ain't bout a bag imma talk about it later
Cuz I'm gettin to it, gettin to it, gettin to it quick (Uh huh)
Pretty face wit some real nice tits (Oouh)
He prefer the lace while I'm sitting on his dick
I be talkin big shit so he call the kid slick
Oouh, he nasty
He hit it from the back cuz I'm assy
For air I am gasping, cuz he's thrashing
While he's grasping, my waist (My waist)
He want a taste
Imma drop this pussy on his face
He gone eat it like his name Anna Mae (Eat it up, eat it up)
Eat the damn cake eat the damn cake
Cuz he say I'm his favorite dessert
He under my skirt
He play wit the cat then he make it go squirt (Splash)
He tug on my shirt now he making it hurt
How did this all come from a friendly flirt
Cuz in my head that's my man you see
This is the WhoCamille fantasy
I bet your nigga is a fan of me
He talkin bout kids and a family
While I'm riding down 83
Swerve, swerve skrt on me (Skrt)
But I'm chillin in my Nike Tech fleece
Gotta stay in character you know Coach Free (Hey)
Beating up the beat is my caffeine
I'm addicted to the coffee and the cream (Money)
Put the pen to the pad let it bleed
Then recite every word cuz in the booth we don't read (Naw)
Cuz I be really in the booth ion't cheat
Perfect practice like ya favorite athlete
I just cook it up and then I watch 'em eat
Honestly it's therapeutic it's my release
Catch me at the stu with Carmen
Putting final touches on that Copper and Carbon (Carbon)
That's a riddle tell me can you solve it
If not, Imma help you with the problem
It's 8 songs, bout 30 minutes long
On the cover art I had a green thong
On everyone I go bar for bar
And if they disagree then they dead wrong (Hater)
Cuz I'm in monster mode do the impossible
Took a different road to get to my goals
But right now, the area code
Is 410, 410 the 443, that's where I be
Malcolm X, by any means
I pledge allegiance, to the cheese
Gold or silver, gold please
So they can see, my royalty
I need to see, some loyalty
A lot of you hoes, owing me
Y'all f*ck niggas be blowing me
Talking shows I need 40 G'z
If it ain't that you ain't affording me
So tell ya people move accordingly
I like my money real fat call it morbidly
Cuz I'm bout my cash but you already knew
I'll take it in green but I'd rather it blue
So cold on the beat bitch I made it achoo
Bring me ginger ale and some chicken soup
I sneezed on the beat think that I got the flu
I sneezed on the beat think that I got the flu
410 shit bitch you know how we do
Aye, what I said
410 Shit bitch you know how we do
Cartier Dad, 410 shit (410 shit)
WhoCamille, 410 shit (Uh huh, uh huh)
You know how we do
410 Shit bitch you know how we do
Writer: Camille Freeman
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid