[fabolous]
unh (uh-huh unh) yea
thereand's alot of money over here
(hahahahahaha) ha ha
unh (unh unh unh) thats word to brooklyn
iand'm back i donand't know what the fuck is wrong with these niggas
[verse 1]
maybe cause iand'm eatin and these bastards fiend for my grub
i carry pumps like i serve gasoline to these scrubs
have you seen my aston leanin on dubs
and they canand't afford chrome so they puttin vasoline on they hubs
iand'm lookin for a girl with a ass like trina to rub
take home and let her watch the plasma screen in the tub
these niggas hate iand'm movin so much cash and cream in the club
and dont pass my green on my bub
but iand'm a fly nigga that donand't do much to pull her and dick her
everyday iand'm poppin a tab and pullin a sticker
everyday iand'm switchin the tags and pullin up sicker
every andquot;kandquot; iand'm loadin the mags with bullets to flicker
and i aint hesitatin homie iand'm pullin it quicker
so you can act tough after a few pulls on some liquor
got em pullin on niggas
and they wonand't be goin nowhere for a while
they might as well pull out a snicker ye-ye-yea
[chorus]
forgive me father for i have sinned
but look at all this money that i spend
and look at all this jewlery that iand'm in
and look at all the places that iand've been
and look at all the women in those brims
look at the blue flames that iand'm in
i look at all the bullshit that theres been
and if i had another chance iand'd do it again
[verse 2]
anywhere the kid move you know the hammersand'll be with me
pokin out the shirt like a pamela lee titty
i went on tour brought the samples of d wit me
came back a month later bought a lambo for three-fifty
think i throw you grams if you read with me
just because you see me on the camera with p. diddy
dammit we p-driddy?? now i got g with me
along with the third leg that i be rammin in these bitties
i keep the revolver you hope my gunand'll jam
but with the soap its gonna blam
the info put freckles on your face like opie cunningham
thats why iand'm watched by the feds and scoped by uncle sam
dope and hunn-ed (hundred) grams rope and hunn-ed grams
at the same time our artist get to open summer jam
hope you understand or use better sense
these niggas dont want no beef they want lawsuit settlements nigga!
[chorus]
[verse 3]
iand'm in a waggy with em passin by ya
with a baby girl who suck harder than maggie on a pacifier
what iand'm smokinand'll have you aggie as your last supplier
when you can smell it through the bag you know thatand's some fire
gettin stressed by these hotties is regular
i got a magazine to press to your body like editors
test me somebody iand'm beggin ya
i got the gatling gun like jesse the body in predator
iand'm a hustler i dont sling no rocks to the fiends now
got dudes who sit on corners like a boxer between rounds
any other dude who dish rocks want beef
cause i chop jobs bigger than chris rock front teef
iand'm the nigga tearin the walls up in your miss in exchange for a small cup
of the cris
and while you at probation fillin a small cup full of piss
iand'm in a coupe with a roof that ball up like a fist (catch up!)
[chorus]
Thats right iand'll do it again nigga (unh yea)
iand'm a motherfuckin ghetto superstar nigga (unh)
desert storm street family (unh) we here (yea)
young gand's salute (yea)
get this fuckin money man
itand's alot of fuckin money over here (yea)
i donand't know what the fuck you doin (unh unh yea)
