Pretty Girls Mistah F.A.B. (Ft. Carl Thomas, G-Eazy & Raekwon)

[Intro: Raekwon]
Yo, yo, yo what up?
This my nigga right here man
F.A.B. what up nigga
Mistah F.A.B. what up nigga

[Chorus: Carl Thomas (& Raekwon)]
Guys like pretty girls in the world
(Let's get this know what I mean?)
Women love men with money
(Oh shit you got my nigga Carl on this too?)
A girl wants a man with a gangsta plan
(62 bottles, bring em over here man)
Well all my nigga's just with that honey
Pretty girls, pretty girls
(Stop playing man)
Pretty girls, oh
(Forreal man chill man chill)
Well all my nigga's just with that honey
(Nah, not that one right there man)

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Ayo this thing warmed up, unlawful as fuck
Chain swinging fouls, styling with enormous luck
Nigga we richer than Obama
Llama's on us out in the guianas
Bag somethin down niggas I promise
Smoke skinny boy leathers
[?] sweats in the cuereras
Hundred thousand wrapped in the leather
Yo got bull boy money
To whip in them whips
I guess the bricks paid off
Now I'm back in the mix
Dice killas we the ice grillers
But you we stay on chill mode
Break a nigga face he get real bold
The money that we be holding
Hell no 'laxin' in the ill robe
There's no rims that shit is kill-over
Slums, true forties, and guns
Whoadies and ones, Matt Humble
Son's will tumble, stay out the jungle, son one
Your favorite brother, hate on my lover
He's a legend and his money won't pay nothing
Fuck with me