[Intro: Fabolous, DJ Clue & DJ OnPoint]
Oh my god (new shit)
Yeah, oh my god, yeah (Fabolous)
Uh, oh my god (Paul Cain, Joe Budden, A-Team)
[?], oh my god (Stack Bundles)
Real talk nigga, oh my god (Desert Storm)
[?] shit, oh my god (DJ OnPoint, Joe Budden)
[?] (let's go, DJ OnPoint)
[Verse 1: Fabolous]
They call me F-A-Beezy (Uh), sometimes Stizzo (Uh)
The wrist on freezy (Uh), neck on glizzo (Yeah)
The coupe move easy (Yeah) at two-double-izzo (Woo)
Truck look cheezy [?] (Clue)
And it's jacked up like it sit on stilettos
Can't you see the glit' on the pebble that sit on the bezel
None of you little scraps couldn't get on my level
Take more than a hot song to try to sit on the devil
Got respect when I killed "Money, Power" the first time
When they tried to knock down the towers the first time
And the only reason I'm talking 'bout it
Is so you know the real talk of New York's about it
I'm with a bitch, with a tight ass that shakes
Her suck game will one gulp: White Castle shakes
Got the home right past the lake
When I came they stop us, this time might blast the jake
I'm the nigga on the couches in clubs
And I stand out from the rest of the slouchers and scrubs
Bottles and bottles with a train of pretty hoes
That look like they could be amazing videos
We in the caps with the Yankee logos
Blowing on the stanky dro dro, the pinky snow-globe
And you know the link be so "oh"
Niggas look fast but the blinks be slow-mo
I could spot a kinky ho though
All hood bitch, she just tryna make you think she SoHo
Plus I know the game like the back of my hand
When I'm lazy, you can catch me in the back of sedans
When I'm gone, you can bet I'm coming back with a tan
With the Mickey D signs on the back of my pants
And I act like the man, 'cause this my time
Plus the hood say they miss my dimes, it's young money
Oh my god (new shit)
Yeah, oh my god, yeah (Fabolous)
Uh, oh my god (Paul Cain, Joe Budden, A-Team)
[?], oh my god (Stack Bundles)
Real talk nigga, oh my god (Desert Storm)
[?] shit, oh my god (DJ OnPoint, Joe Budden)
[?] (let's go, DJ OnPoint)
[Verse 1: Fabolous]
They call me F-A-Beezy (Uh), sometimes Stizzo (Uh)
The wrist on freezy (Uh), neck on glizzo (Yeah)
The coupe move easy (Yeah) at two-double-izzo (Woo)
Truck look cheezy [?] (Clue)
And it's jacked up like it sit on stilettos
Can't you see the glit' on the pebble that sit on the bezel
None of you little scraps couldn't get on my level
Take more than a hot song to try to sit on the devil
Got respect when I killed "Money, Power" the first time
When they tried to knock down the towers the first time
And the only reason I'm talking 'bout it
Is so you know the real talk of New York's about it
I'm with a bitch, with a tight ass that shakes
Her suck game will one gulp: White Castle shakes
Got the home right past the lake
When I came they stop us, this time might blast the jake
I'm the nigga on the couches in clubs
And I stand out from the rest of the slouchers and scrubs
Bottles and bottles with a train of pretty hoes
That look like they could be amazing videos
We in the caps with the Yankee logos
Blowing on the stanky dro dro, the pinky snow-globe
And you know the link be so "oh"
Niggas look fast but the blinks be slow-mo
I could spot a kinky ho though
All hood bitch, she just tryna make you think she SoHo
Plus I know the game like the back of my hand
When I'm lazy, you can catch me in the back of sedans
When I'm gone, you can bet I'm coming back with a tan
With the Mickey D signs on the back of my pants
And I act like the man, 'cause this my time
Plus the hood say they miss my dimes, it's young money
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