Killa, lemme tell you about my wifey real quick
I done wifed up, that's what's in and shit, ya dig

Verse 1:
Yo she took me out my stinkin' Aces, to the pinkest bracelet 
Basics to basics, no way you could think I'm racist 
Got a white girl, tell you that she's quite thorough 
Borough to borough, flew me through this white world (From what) 
From Columbia, then she moved to Canada 
Now she live in Harlem, writing, you could say I manage her 
Met her in '90, Javel was the damager 
I wasn't understanding her, that nigga was a fan of her 
That was confusin' her, he was abusing her 
That wasn't new to her, bought me a Luger brah
Of course, of course, never had intercourse 
Of course, of course, without her wouldn't of been a boss 
I would flip for my momma, got me gettin' my commas 
Paid for my 1st vaca', a trip to Bahamas 
Swam in the ocean, I was dishin' pirannas 
That's my girl girl, yup, so give her some honor 

Chorus:
Poppa had a dream 
Poppa had a dream 
Poppa had a dream 
Oh, yes he did 

Verse 2:
My pride and joy, I call her Butter 
When she bake a cake, we'll be lovers 
She live with me right, I hide her from my mother 
See she wouldn't understand I'm supplyin' the gutter 
I let my baby hang outside with the brothers 
Come back, cake on the bed the size of the covers 
Shot five wit' a sucka, another five wit' a trucker 
Took a hit without paying, won't get a dime for my butter 
That's my holy ma-momma, second only to ganja 
But I did watch her, played Tony Montana 
Here's a queelo, yep she'll be back 
For them pesos, yep she'll be crack 
Rocks so bright, money so right 
I got 7 workers, she's Snow White 
And you know the steez, I met the ocean breeze 
Killa Cam hand to hand with cocoa leafs 
And, and it's
It's them boys, we get dough 
Ask a fiend, cuz they know 
And, and, don't be shy 
Where to lie
We get high, fa' sho, Dipset, let's ride 

Chorus

Verse 3
Killa, Mr. McGoo said the bird's the word 
But the fur Byrdgang flip birds on curbs 
And, it's ya homie thunny, I got a pony dummy 
Phonies clone me, calm down I'm only money 
Like Prince Akee, you the servant Semi 
Livin' Martin's dream as I burn a hemi 
Not concerned with many, got my girl here 
When it come to money, shit I'm burning plenty
And, and it's
It's them boys, we get dough 
Ask a fiend, cuz they know 
And, and, don't be shy 
Where to lie
We get high, fa' sho, Dipset, let's ride

Chorus