[Fabolous]
Uh, huh, Oh! Yeah, Yeah, Uh! Uh! Yeah, Uh Uh!
They call me G-H-E-T-T-O
Black star power, like B-E-T shows
I`m usually pullin up in the G-T slow
Flashing my ring finger with the E-T glow
I`m that nucca, act rucka
Certified plat nucca
Semi-auto, gat bucca
Take that fucka
Lay flat sucka
I`m the Negro, amigo
Get every bay from Tampa to Montigo
They say I got the lifestyle, and the E glow
I`m in the blow range, no matter where he go
I`m that homie
Gat on me
I`m the kid not that phony
Anybody that know me
Knows im here to get that money! Yeah!
[Missy Elliott]
Heeyyyy! Now get that money, keep them rims spicheeeeyyy!
24 shoes on my Hummer, and they fitting tiiigghhtt!
Fabolous and Missy, Sickalicious righhhhtttt.
If you a hater make my gun go (Fabolous: Blocka, blocka, blocka, blow!)
[Fabolous]
They call me F-A-B, O-L-O
U-S, you just lay down slow! (Nigga)
Know this before this, trey pound blow (Uh-Huh)
Spit game, get dames to lay down low (Ohh!)
I`m da poppy cholo, the cops say the tops on the drops is to low
I shop till I drop, when I`m coppin new clothes
Bop in the hop, but don`t stop to use hoes
I`m that new dude, that include
Making sure silencers in the gat is screwed
With an it don`t even matter mood
And a Fuck you, pay me attitude
I`m that young boy, that slung boy
That`ll have em saying, where you get that from boy
I`m still leaving niggas, at one choice
So run when you hear, that gun noise! (Blat!)
[Missy Elliott]
You say you rich, then come and talk that shit to me
(Blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka)
Buy your DVD`s and TV`s, but I like shoes on my Jeep
(Blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka)
24-inch wheels, and a good gold grill in the front
(Blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka)
Gotta closet made for big clothes
Gotta do more then treat me to lunch
[Chorus]
[Fabolous]
They call me William H period Bonnie
I ride in a seven series with Tommie`s
I make another on of America`s hotties
And I`m that serious mommy
I`m the one, like the Jet Li flick
The private jet ski`s sick
The motors on the jet ski`s quick
The clips in the sets be thick
And I done slipped more shots in then Gretzky`s stick
I`m the one like Penny Hardaway`s number
That`s why dudes say it`s hard to keep my broad away from ya
Once your bitch, get the god 2-way number
It`ll be hard to get a Happy Father`s Day from ya
I`m the one, like the piece that`s on Nelly`s chain
You can`t reach me, I`m out of your celly range
Bitch I`ll even put canary`s up in your belly chain
And just to beat the traffic, hop in a helly main
[Chorus]
