Cameras On Me

Cameras on me, cameras on me
Cameras on me, cameras on me
Cameras on me, cameras on me
Cameras on me, cameras on me

Sun down to sun up
My mind is on a come up
Every morning that I wake up
I thank God that my cake's up
Straight real bruh, no make-up
Got nice titties with a fat butt
Trying to get to that cheddar cheese
To that green, broccoli

This ain't no M.T.V or B.E.T
But I B.E.T I can make you B.E.G
You niggas know, I do it fuckin' B.I.G
Clap back, push back, your W.I.G

Both middle fingers up
Cause I don't give two fucks
Keep it a stack like a G, A.K.A a buck
Don't get it twisted, ride up on you in a Tonker truck
Introduce you to Nina, she's posted in the trunk

It's been about the money way before Tupac and Biggie
Got a couple niggas that wanna say hello to my kitty
Either come correct or get corrected
I ain't talking Checkers when I say I came to check shit

Cameras on me, cameras on me
Cameras on me, cameras on me
Cameras on me, cameras on me
Cameras on me, cameras on me

Cameras on me, cameras on me
Cameras on me, cameras on me
Cameras on me, cameras on me
Cameras on me, cameras on me

Cameras on me, cameras on me
Cameras on me, cameras on me
Cameras on me, cameras on me
Cameras on me, cameras on me



Credits
Writer(s): Carla Williams
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link