| Lyrics: | [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 |
