"Camera Phone" lyrics

Like Tommy Lee and Pam
I'm fuckin' on her man
Want the shit to hit the fan
Bitches can't even see me they just see me on the 'gram
You know I'm outside and none of these bitches got a tan
Bitch you gotta dance he in a trance off a glance
I just want the mouth all these other hoes get ran
I'm Marsha Marsha Marsha and yo hoe she act like Jan
I hope I'm not responsible he clingy like a clam
I got him on the clock watch my kids while I shop
I ain't tryna drop him got a camera in the slot
Queen key some pasta put my pussy in a pot
You know I'm a monster bitch I drop it like it's hot
I told him take a picture he was lookin' for some air time
Bitch I wouldn't fuck with you for real only my spare time
All these hoes connected like they workin' with a shareline
Yo hoe she remind me of the train like the red line

Gon' get ya camera phone on
I know ya wanna know what the hell is goin' on
I don't fuck with clones don't be fuckin' with my phone
Hoe I don't condone what ya havin' goin' on

Gon' get ya camera phone on
I know ya wanna know what the hell is goin' on
I don't fuck with clones don't be fuckin' with my phone
Hoe I don't condone what ya havin' goin' on