Oh Girl (remix) – Cam’Ron – letras

[Intro]Remix! uh huh (oh baby)Diplomats, hollaCash Money, huh, nothin’[Verse: Cam’ron]When Cam saw the (girl) look at her shoes (girl)Look at her purse (girl) all I said was (oh girl)Look mami I’m no good, I’m so hoodYou know my potential, bumpin’ you I might change my whole scheduleWe’ll go shoppin’, copppin’, sweat suit, gym skimJeans stary I don’t sweat no hoochieI want the (girl) so she gave me the (girl)Now I’m screamin’ out (girl, girl, girl, girl)Uh, holla . . .[Verse: Baby](Hey, hey)See I meet my (girl) I thank for my (girl)Than this yo (girl) is you the bird (girl)Mami I whip my (girl) spend chips wit my (girl)Hit the mall then girls spend chips wit my cliquesSee I gladden my (girl) satin sheets my (girl)See I Gucci my (girl) chin-chilla my (oh girl)Well it’s the Birdman (girl) see ya tomorrow night (girl)Diplomat ‘bout to fill up to much honey for ya[Verse: Jimmy Jones]Yo pardon me (girl) but I’m tryin’ to slide (girl)You’re drunken hot (girl) and not just the minimalMa you dealin’ wit some criminalsAnd we always wit heaters, ‘dem wife beaters and icy gliche speakersPlus, I like (girl) that only like (girl)That don’t make ‘em dike (girl) but that make ‘em my (oh girl)Ooh, I can’t believe what I saidYou won’t believe what I said until I have to get straight into bed[Verse: Baby]Their my emits (girl) them N-Y (girl)Them early (girl) and them new artist (oh girl)See them Boston (girl) and them “D” type (girl)A-T-L, yea, them pimp money girlI like them Benzs (girl) them Lexus (girl)Cadillacs nice (girl) smittin’ Wes and my (oh girl)Big coupe for the (girl) Lexus dupe for the (girl)Get a Benz wit them bubble eye lens for my[Verse: Cam’ron]What about them Chi’ town (girl) and them Harlem World (girl)And them H-Town (girl) and them Seattle’s (oh girl)It’s the Birdman (girl) and the Bird game (girl)Be prepared for brains, then you can wear the chainA thousand brands you carryin’ B, this way I can see if you can carry a keyI’m from the “Valet ”, carried the key to carry a “V”Married a G now you carryin’ meC’mon (girl) go on now (girl)And so on, and so on, and so on now (oh girl)Relax, relate, release just chiefAnd you’ll be at peace, that’s how I reached my goal[Verse: Jimmy]Now let me talk to the (girl)Cause if she walk about my way dooms I got no choice but talk to the (oh girl)For every (girl) in the ghetto that get some changeA couple pants Diledos and do they hair look specialI’m in love wit ya gangsta, but trust me girlYou gon’ be in love wit this gangstaSo I’m lookin’ for the (girl) so I can hook up wit the (girl, girl, girl, girl)And them brains have me screamin’ out girlSee I Louie my (girl) more rims for my (girl)More tires for my (girl) new lens for my (oh girl)Cardi L’s for my (girl) then I braided my (girl)6 drop-top coupe no kin on theSee I dipped in my (girl) car chauffeur my (girl)Two-seater my (girl) new Beamer my (oh girl)And then I flip my (girl) then I dip my (girl)Me and Cam hit the block in them . . .[Verse: Jimmy Jones]Fuck the chalkin’, not too much that the Jones can sayBut baby girl are you goin’ my way listen (girl)Let’s get missin’ (girl) I’m a hit you wit the keys and I’ll let you whip meNot to be so cocky and rude my chains are platinum my watch is huge (oh girl)So, let ya thong be showed and ya top you can lose and come cruise in the drop wit no shoes[Verse: Cam’ron]What about Moicua (girl) Dominicana (girl)My black miss (girl) my sacked fifth (oh girl)My crack flip (girl) my rat wrist girl (girl)Don’t act shit, don’t take jack shitMy stylin’ V (girl) my allen V’s (girl)My seven jeans (girl) it’s a f’in mean world (oh girl)But it’s the boy, that flip the (girl)So after I flip the girls get at the boys killa (yeaaa)[Outro: Cam’ron]Uh huh, it’s nothin’ manCash Money, Diplomats, TQ, Jim Jones (oh girl)Baby, killa, The Don . . .You know, hoe money is slow money but it’s sho’ moneyHarlem, New OrleansIt’s nothin man, Santana freaky (oh girl)Weezy I see’s you man, holla[Baby]Rockafella’ we get money pimpWe honest men, Weezy Weezy babyHolla at yo boy! You know?Let’s get the chop cross the chips and get the bricks wit them . . .Silence, c’mon, let’s get money pimpsWhoo! T-Qeezy my baby!You know? I’m lookin’ for a girl, you understandThat can break me off and give me somethin’ lovely, HOLLA!lyrics by:[KL]TEAM and [VST]KREW