Spend the Night - Cam'Ron

Some girls say that I’m the cutest, others say I’m the rudest

Meditate like a Buddhist expose em like a nudist

I’m Jesus, they Judas, my diamonds: the bluest

Got the answers, they clueless, Ashanti-foolish

I’m with a stewardess, mami say a «flight attendant»

Called her a «stupid bitch».

Sorry?

Nah, I might have meant it

See I’m type: demented.

4 mil?

I might have spent it

But I got It back right back, yeah yeah my life is splendid

Me and mommy drinking, drinking to the point she hurls

I’m bout to swirl the whirl-whirl, want to join me girl?

The clothes: from Italy, the coat: from Sicily

I’m talking literally, (c'mon now stop kidding me)

I don’t kid at all, I get it all, get rid of it all

Come and stay with me, oh, where I live?

The mall

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

You know who him, slim, before MIMS I been hot

Baby come and play and lay and

Stay with me, girlfriend I’ll change your life

Spend the night with me, we’ll talk and

Chill and watch TV she said (sure you’re right)

Miami, listening to Brisco, I get it cooking like Crisco

From Chi town back to Frisco, my diamonds like the disco

Mami what the hell you like, you know what the hell I like

A hood bitch, stretch marks, beaty beat, cellulite

Baby we need each other, don’t want to meet your mother

My mouth is like the sewer, yeah yeah I keep it gutter

I sell hot peas and butter, don’t want to see you suffer

A nigga like me, won’t meet another, you clogged up, I’ll be your plumber

Sorta like Drano… you know how the game goes

Different color cars, my garage a rainbow

I’m a leprechaun, but I sell Meth-a-don

Mari-juan, hero-on, ten year run, marathon

My hood like Lebanon, but that’s its Benneton

You up in something fly, I got my weapon on

We get our chefin on, chefin on everyday

I got the cookie-cutter, mami the pepper spray

Lets get this guacamole, you feeling hot then hold me

You had your guard up at first like a soccer goalie

If I got it you get it, baby I get it you got it

Lets hit the Pacific, terrific, I’m feeling melodic

Cause you looking exotic, now you getting erotic

Like you straight from the tropics, want to shoot it and cock it

Not the Glamour, baby girl, I’m talking something else

All she do is look and say «Cam, you something else»

Listen love I ain’t the one to get lovey-dovey

But you looking good you ever need a hubby love me

You got to love me shots of bubbly

Get your mouth wet, you the outlet, got to plug me