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
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[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