| Lyrics: | (feat. Missy Elliott)
[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)- |
