[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