[Fabolous]:
They call me G-H-E-T-T-O
Black star powerlike 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 nuccaact rucka
Certified plat nucca
Semi-autogat bucca
Take that fucka
Lay flat sucka
Im the negroamigo
Get every bay from Tampa to Montigo
They say I got the lifestyleand the E glow
I m in the blow rangeno matter where he go
I m that homie
Gat on me
I m the kid not that phony
Anybody that know
Knows I m here to get that moneyyeah
[Chorus - Missy Elliot Fabolous]:
Heeeynow get that moneykeep them rims spit shiiine
Twenty-four shoes on my Hummerand they fittin tiiight
Fabolous and Missysickaliciousriiight?
If you hater make my gun go
Blockablockablockablow
[Fabolous]:
They call me F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S
You just lay down slow nigga
Know this before thistray pound blow
Spit gameget dames to lay down low
I m da poppy chulothe cops say the tops on the drops is too low
I shop til I dropwhen I m coppin new clothes
Bop in the hopbut don t stop to use hos
I m that new dudethat include
Making sure silencers in the gat is screwed
With an it don t matter mood
And a fuck youpay me attitude
I m that young boythat slung boy
That ll have em sayingwhere you get that from boy
I m still leaving niggasat one choice
So run when you hearthat gun noise
[Missy Elliot Fabolous]:
You say you richthen come and talk that shit to me
Blockablockablockablocka
Buy your DVD s and TV sbut I like shoes on my Jeep
Blockablockablockablocka
24-inch wheelsand a good gold grill in the front
Blockablockablockablocka
Gotta closet made for big clothes
Gotta do more than 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 one of America s hotties
And I m that serious mami
I m The One liek 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 than 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 in your belly chain
And just to beat the traffic, hop in a helly man
[Chorus]

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