Lyrics Medellin - Cam'Ron

Medellin

ADM
Authentic
This— This is the Medellín
This— This— This is the Medellín
Uh (Killa) Ni— Ni— Ni— Nigga that Medellín
Burn ya lungs, I be steamin' with the Medeas (Yeah, I do)
Bring the guns, I get the steamer in the party (Oh yeah)
Nowadays you might see me with a Barbie
Was gon' take my ex back, seen her with Safaree (Psh)
Had her with the work in the car, that was my down bitch
But you joined the circus, you do clown shit
When you fuck up, can’t come back around, this
Word from the late, great Hud, «How I sound, sick?»
It might be old or some', but, look, I never spoke on it
Don’t like it?
My dick’s available, choke on it
Talk when I wanna talk, no pressure from a Instagram
Twitter, Snapchat, before the internet I been the man
I’m still that nigga Capo call, turn a corner and call your boy
We got a friend, they wanna be trained?
I yell out, «All aboard!»
We makin' laws, y’all call the law
You ain’t tryna win the chip, then what you ballin' for?
(Ahh)
One of my girls, you wanna wife her (Wife her)
Ready to change his life up (Life up)
DM to my lovey then told him swipe up (Uh)
Drains his bank account then told him life sucks
I’m from the bottom, I made it right to the top
Santa Claus sit on my lap, baby, baby, uh
We gotta get it, we’ll get it gone, believe me
What’s a cap?
No cap, baby, baby
This is the Medellín (What you smokin', nigga?)
Nigga, the Medellín (Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa, yo, lemme get a blunt real
quick)
This— This— This is the Medellín
Let’s get it, let’s get it, I ain’t signed to Monami
Mona shoppin' my movies, Mona work for me
Rather work with me, that happen when the bosses meet
Only way you can talk to me from across the street
Mr. Comma-Comma, what we got in common, though?
Streets of Harlem, I treat 'em just like they Monaco
Like a virgin, shower curtain, somebody let Madonna know
Your girl jumped in and jumped off, I yelled «Geronimo»
Still countin' money, dummy, that’s why they on my—
Three million dollar retail, two mill from the online
Another one point five million dollars when it’s tour grind
Eight-digit movie deal, yeah, it’s Jason Bourne time
More hoes when the doors close
More so loiterin', curvin' all award shows
Waitin' to bid up on your house when it foreclose
Movin' in?
Nah, I’m usin' it for wardrobe (Ahh)
One of my girls, you wanna wife her (Wife her)
Ready to change his life up (Life up)
DM to my lovey then told him swipe up (Uh)
Drains his bank account then told him life sucks
I’m from the bottom, I made it right to the top
Santa Claus sit on my lap, baby, baby, uh
We gotta get it, we’ll get it gone, believe me
What’s a cap?
No cap, baby, baby
This is the Medellín (What you smokin', nigga?)
Nigga, the Medellín (Yo, lemme get a blunt real quick)
This is the Medellín