To the Top

[Intro: Cam'ron & sample]
This sounds like a musical
I guess it is a musical, Killa
"It's time I made it to the top..."
Dipset bitch!
This is for anybody that had to go out and hustle
"It's time I made it to the top..."
Had to go out and get they own
Never had anybody give them anything
Let's do it, "It's time I made it to the top..."
C'mon, uh!

[Verse 1: Cam'ron & Girl]
Why it feel like I'm losing weight?
Why I ain't got no money, if I'm moving weight?
Fucking with Jorge
Up on Broadway, had me in a hallway
Come on primo, I ain't got all day
This shit he called yay was white like the Aspens
I got home, that white was some Aspirin
Took the tenement despite what had happened
Beat up lieutenants, had fights with the captains
Over loot, I kept hammers on the roof
And word to grandma I was cute, with my bandana on the boot
I realized I wanted cameras on the coupe
And I couldn't get that jam, and standing on the stoop
This don't move me, money
This chicken wing, new kick, cab fare and movie money
What about my hair?
Don't think your boobies funny
But the rest is re-up
Next week should do me honey, next week?
You know I got to get the block back popping, you know

[Chorus: Sample & (Cam'ron)]
"It's time I made it to the top..."
(I'ma get us right though, trust me baby)
"It's time I made it to the top..."
(Uh, yo I'm gonna get on a serious grind, for real)
"It's time I made it to the top..."
(I just need a down chick, you with me ma? You with me?)
"It's time I made it to the top..."

[Verse 2: Cam'ron & Girl]
Hey yo
I don't think it's fair hun, that I wear guns
Cop work, hustle hard and can't get your hair done
So you with me ma? I'm with you pa
Yo, you start the car, I'ma split this cigar
Our relationship: throat to penis
I know, but Cam's about dough, I mean this
I got a spot close to Phoenix
I take suggestions, but you can't coach a genius
So you with me lady? I'm with you baby
Good, I'ma load the eighty
'Cause this flip is crazy, and I'm too wanted
But you sell to anybody who want it
One gram, two hundred
You playing twenty-eight
You flip a hundred daily
That's seventeen, too
Soon you'll understand me
I'ma make it ma, yeah, you make it boo
I'ma make it pop, you know where I'm taking you
Where you taking me? To the top, ma

[Chorus: Sample & (Cam'ron)]
"It's time I made it to the top..."
(I did it this time, look at your boy)
"It's time I made it to the top..."
(Look at me, ma!)

[Verse 3: Cam'ron]
So you see I'm on the d-low, mister
I will creep your sister
To my crib in Jersey, Rio Vista
All the wrist got deserved to flow bossy
My murder hoes flossy in that Sergio Rossi
My squad is the realest, I thank God that you feel us
Me and Jim's the real Arnold and Willis
We armed in gorillas
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