Stylin’ Foxy Brown

[Intro]
The Fever, baby
Alright
Brooklyn
Uh-huh (Oh), uh-oh, uh-oh (Woah)
Uh-huh
Bitches, throw ya drinks up, style when we be coming in
Niggas, throw ya guns up, wild when we be running in
And all that ain't nothing, we at the bar fronting
It's necessary, we stays in Burberry (Woo)

[Verse 1]
You know how it go, Fox and Gav
In a navy blue Rov', stunting in Halo
On the I-95, keeping it live
In the hood in the 5, front of Kennedy Fried (Woo)
Then slide off with a NBA jump-off
Or a nice lil' rapper, whoever money stack up
Duke, cop a little H-Tod shoe
And them little boxer dudes, get a watch or two, woah
It ain't greed, y'all got kids to feed
Fuck it, all he wanna do is kill it and leave
So lay low and throw the pussy like the free throw
Brooklyn broad and bet I keep the heat low

[Chorus]
It's necessary, we styles in Burberry
And our walk is mean in them Frankie B. jeans, bwoy
It's necessary, we stays in Burberry
And a Marc Jacob bag and a H. Tod shoe (Woo)
It's necessary, we styles in Burberry
And our walk is mean in them Frankie B. jeans, bwoy
It's necessary, we styles in Burberry
With a Marc Jacob bag and a H. Tod shoe (Woo)