Camel To Ferraris lyrics - Wyclef Jean (feat. WavieboiD, T-Baby)

 [Wyclef Jean (WavieboiD):]

(New everything, me have me new money

Me have me new dividends

Me new mutual fund

Me new stocks

Me new bank account

And bare no tings round here)

Straight from the parishes of Haiti

To Brooklyn, New Jersey

Who would have thought we would have landed in Dubai

(Chaa)

[Wyclef Jean:]

Back from Abu Dhabi

From the camel to Ferrari

The only thing you can't be

Is what you can't dream

Back from the grand priest

Riding camels and Ferraris

You see the only thing you can't be

What you can't be

[T-Baby:]

We picked up the hundreds and fifties

We ran through the bandos as kids

But it wasn't my time, perfected my craft

To take care of my niggas that's with me

Trying to get them Ferraris and Bentleys

To show all the gangs in the trenches

That we gone get richer and richer

So we try and get richer and richer

[Wyclef Jean:]

Cause I came in just like you

Raised in the projects just like you

Mama was on welfare just like you

I even robbed a store once just like you

My house was kinda rough just like you

So I fought for myself boy just like you

I even bought a gun man, just like you

Shot it off a few times (Rrrah) just like you

My people in a gang man, just like you

They were murdered in Flatbush Avenue

Revenge on my mind man, just like you

But preparing on doing your mom in too

More money more problems man, just like you

Yeah, flesh and blood man, just like you

Good days, bad days, girl we will pull through

I ran for president, so can you

Back from Abu Dhabi

From the camel to Ferrari

The only thing you can't be

Is what you can't dream

Back from the grand priest

Riding camels and Ferraris

You see the only thing you can't be

What you can't be

[T-Baby:]

We picked up the hundreds and fifties

We ran through the bandos as kids

But it wasn't my time, perfected my craft

To take care of my niggas that's with me

Trying to get them Ferraris and Bentleys

To show all the gangs in the trenches

That we gone get richer and richer

So we try and get richer and richer

I put it on for the crib, showing the wave what it is

I just got off of the flight, I just got back from Dubai

Nigga I like it I bite (whoa)

I made a way out the way

I'm putting money away, when they get clouds on your rains

They talk about making it rain, I'm talking about trips to the bay

Everybody love you til they hate you

Acting like they love you but they hate you

I can see them talking in the rearview

Engine revving I can't even hear you

We picked up the hundreds and fifties

We ran through the bandos as kids

But it wasn't my time, perfected my craft

To take care of my niggas that's with me

Trying to get them Ferraris and Bentleys

To show all the gangs in the trenches

That we gone get richer and richer

So we try and get richer and richer

Mama told me when I hit the streets the shit won't get easy

But they need me to feed them pasta like Luigi

Couple gs in my pocket, flexxing like I ate my wheeties

All night same clothes I needed all night creeping

I needed white grannies just like you

White couch, marble floors just like you

[?] just like you

Send my young boys home with the Tonton Macoute

We come with the low choppers still in the basement

Ain't never made it out, ain't never fake it

Just trying to be on the list with the greatest

I love you, you understand big homie?

You made it

We picked up the hundreds and fifties

We ran through the bandos as kids

But it wasn't my time, perfected my craft

To take care of my niggas that's with me

Trying to get them Ferraris and Bentleys

To show all the gangs in the trenches

That we gone get richer and richer

So we try and get richer and richer