[Fabolous:] Ah man man Ah man Niggas don't wanna see me like this man Hell no man I'm in the penthouse suite You know like like 40 floors from seamint You know what I'm mean? Lookin down on these niggas like.. Hey I'm just gonna lay back and ride on this one And they bitch on the way up What up fool? Ride with me Hey Cartoon man I like that '64 you got me ridin' in nigga Coast to coast G on the checkin'
[Verse 1: Fabolous] Yo I kick back and snap at 'em Sometimes throw thick stacks of trap at 'em Strut through like a slick mack and rap at 'em When they act a fool I chick smack and jap at 'em (go and get ya man) I click clack and clap at 'em This Tray Pound throw 6 packs of caps at 'em (yeah that's right) I'm bouncin' on them White Walls again And the chevy paint is the same shade as Night Crawler's skin Now throw it up (throw it up) Let it drop down and pop up Slow it up Cause the cops bound to pop up But I don't give a Motherfuck I'm mashin' on the gas Like I don't see them sirens flashin' on my ass I'm stashin' on the grass The choppers in the rear To catch me they better put them choppers in the air So when you see me comin' get out my way Without delay I'm finnin' to get out the Kay And let it rip
[Fabolous:] Hey man this shit is just fun for me man I'm doin' this shit for a hobby now man This is what I does man They just happen to give me a check for it Oh yeah I get paid too I don't know Look like it right? You might see me in one of them things That look like a space ship comin' through ya motherfuckin' hood man If you lucky though I might throw the deuce at you Only if your lucky
[Verse 2: Fabolous] I'm back in New York like Marbury in the trade With more jewelry and some shades But its ordinary when you're paid The pink and yellow rocks is lookin something like Strawberry Lemonade They never seen the spokes spin in Brooklyn When I peel the top back the folks grinnin' lookin' I'm a hustler My body scents like Coke when its cookin' I sweat Heron (Heroin) That's why these bitches fiend to get near John I'm here with a golf stream the jet peel on Half a mil in bling and sweat there on Like whats hood? Can't blame her for lovin' the kid she likes whats good This is takin' it back to Crenshaw Sunday If you trip on my set you in for some gun play In more than one way I'm a mash on 'em Like clinger and radar With the swing of the ar Motherfucker
[Fabolous:] I mean I think most of the hos know me This shit ain't hard to tell For the girls that don't They call me "Bitch Hop In" That's my nickname (Why they call you that though man?) So when I land bitch you hop in (Oh ok) When I pull up bitch you hop in (Oh all right) Simple (I got it I got it)
[Verse 3: Fabolous] Ain't much of a Rose Gold fan But I just came back from Santa Domingo with a Rose Gold tan I keep you on ya toes old man Did a little over 500 I guess you Rose Gold man I'm something like a pimp my hos hold hands I'm gettin so much money my hos hold grands The flows cold man But I ain't stuntin' until the Rose Rolls land From Rose Bowl Land Then I'm a spend a few notes to wood it out Get some smoke that you take a few totes to put it out Take ya time with it I used to cook crack and make a dime with it Now I look back and make a rhyme with it I'm just ridin' the wave Laughin' at phoney bitches just deciding to wave For niggas who all of a sudden decide to be brave I'm a help you get inside of your grave Take that with ya
[Fabolous:] Hey not to be mistaken man I brought my niggas with me too Oh yeah don't get it fucked up We just came back from Saint Saint something One of them islands They was askin' us do we play for the 49ers? Oh yeah they seen them peices Probably heard about them sf pieces Lookin' like a football team over here Yeah man its a beautiful thing man If your smart you'll wanna get down nigga