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Make Some Money lyrics - Fabolous & Dave East (feat. Snoop Dogg)

[Intro:]
So, what you tryna do nigga?

[Snoop Dogg:]
Make a lot of money (What are all the strippers sayin'?)
Make some money
I'm tryna make a lot of money (What all my niggas sayin'?)
Make some money (Say that)
I'm tryna make a lot of money (Everybody like)
Make some money (More money)
I'm tryna make a lot of money (Get your money like)
Make some money (Yeah)
I'm tryna make a lot of money (What are all the strippers sayin'?)
Make some money (Def Jam)
I'm tryna make a lot of money (And all my niggas sayin')
Make some money (What up, Fab?)
I'm tryna make-

[Fabolous:]
I used to take the money, now I make the money
Saw my ho with a trick and told her make her money
If it's growing on trees, I'm tryna rake the money
Up the heat for the cake, I'm tryna bake the money
Back in, showtime, I get Laker money
No more square feet, I get acre money
I got hate ya money, try to snake ya money
And my OGs said they act fake or funny when you

[Snoop Dogg:]
Make a lot of money (What are all the strippers sayin'?)
Make some money
I'm tryna make a lot of money (What all my niggas sayin'?)
Make some money (Say that)
I'm tryna make a lot of money (Everybody like)
Make some money (More money)
I'm tryna make a lot of money (Get your money like)
Make some money (East, what up though?)
I'm tryna make-

[Dave East:]
It ain't no question, we work, more stripes than a referee shirt
Go to the spots where we was raised, guarantee you see dirt
Every rhyme cost a brick, I ain't spit a cheap verse, nah
Nigga never spit a cheap verse (Uh)
Black and white drop for the night, it's salt and pepper
Jeff Hamilton stitchin' the gang on my leather
Product falling all out my pocket too much to measure
I ain't missin' a dollar so bag up all the extras

[Snoop Dogg:]
Make a lot of money (What are all the strippers sayin'?)
Make some money
I'm tryna make a lot of money (What all my niggas sayin'?)
Make some money (Say that)
I'm tryna make a lot of money (Everybody like)
Make some money (More money)
I'm tryna make a lot of money (Get your money like)
Make some money (Yeah, yeah)
I'm tryna make-

Niggas trippin' off of hoes
Nigga, them ain't even yours, you better (Make some money)
Stick to the script, trip
Get chips and dip and just (Make some money)
Yeah, see I was young too, gun too
Come through, a nigga had to (Make some money)
Yeah, I'm willin' and dealin' and chillin'
Def Jam in the buildin', we came to (Make some money, yessir)

Make a lot of money (What are all the strippers sayin'?)
Make some money
I'm tryna make a lot of money (What all my niggas sayin'?)
Make some money (Say that)
I'm tryna make a lot of money (Everybody like)
Make some money (More money)
I'm tryna make a lot of money (Get your money like)
Make some money (Yeah, yeah)
I'm tryna-

For real though
You see, the cold thing about money (Feti)
When you get money (Gouda)
You gotta watch out for the suckers
You gotta watch out for the family
Well, most importantly, you gotta watch out for-
For the anxiety, right?
'Cause-'cause when you makin' money
You just get so anxious to get more of it
But you gotta learn how to control that

Milly Rock (Remix) lyrics - Fabolous

[Intro - Fabolous:]
Young OG
Get fly with me
2 Milly
Brooklyn forever, haha!
What I said I was gon do?
What I said I was gon do?
Milly Rock any block
Hey killa what's up boy?
Let's get it!

[Chorus - Milly:]
I Milly Rock on any block [x8]

[Verse 1 - Fabolous:]
I Milly Rock on any block
Diddy bop on Biggy block
Wear my vest on fitty block
Meek Milly cop on them Philly blocks
Glock but that chilling spot
Run up on us get really robbed
I'm on south Beach, wet willy Block
I'm in H-town with my Milly chuck
I'm in ATL, magic city lot
I'm in LA smoking big and pot
Straight up, but my bitch curvy
My shit clean but my piss dirty
I'm done chilling, it's my time
Hands down like 6: 30
Love a girl who got her shit sturdy
Love a girl who got her shit sturdy
Fly her up to NYC, sent her back in that Knicks jersey
Now she with the team, now she with the team, yeah
Now she with the team, now she with the team
And we really popping them tags, we really dropping them bags
Them diamonds really be dancing
They Milly Rock and they dab [x3]
Do two milli in the summertime, now you Milly Rocking like Fab
Word on the street's your bitch is Milly Rocking the Ave
Giving mad neck they say she really like a giraffe ha!

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Milly:]
I milly rock on any block 2 Milly)
In my Polo T, and my Polo socks (let's get it)
On top of cars my face ho, woo!
I Milly Rock on that Gates block (GA)
They got me on their explore page, haa!
I've been milly rocking for four days, whaat!
Nah, we don't battle, I never, man, naah!
We just milly rock, when we're hella bent, let's get it
I'm smoking weed, I'm counting cash, that moneey
I'm milly rocking on Patchen Ave
First arms up, then left and right, haa!
That MJ get out my sight (get out my sight)
I buss the dance, just hit me up, just hit me up
That drink strong, gatta mix it up, gatta mix it up
We hoping out, and we hitting this, let's get it
On any block rock militant, let's get it

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - 2 Milly:]
She Milly Rock, she love that dance, she love that dance
I milly rock when I hug my bands, when I hug my bands
Your feet work, nigga, show me something, show me something
You ain't milly rocking, you ain't doing nothing, you ain't doing shit
I bally flex, but I love that loud
I'm milly rocking all through the crowd, watch out, watch out, watch out
I milly rock on any block, block
In my Tommy boxers, and my Tommy socks, my Tommy socks
She know the game, she know the name SP
She milly rocking for insta fame IG
140 likes, you see my share, you see my share
On any block rock militant, rock militant
Down Stuyvesant to Fulton Street, Fulton Street
We all mily rock to tha beat, rock to the beat
I drunk too much, I'm feeling beat
But I'm energized when I hear that beat, let's get it

My Shit (Remix) lyrics - Fabolous (with A Boogie)

[Fabolous:]
We on that Summertime Shootout 2 now
And I'm on D'usse number two now
All she know is level up got her in her bag now
Hating hoes never up so they throwin' jabs now
See that Rollie on her wrist now when she dab now
She could throw it in the bag now like she Fab now
Got her rollin' in the Benz like fuck a cab now
We pullin' up like, "Fuck it's at now"
We run it up, we don't run from tabs now
We fuck it up then go get it back now
Love when the baddies call me zaddy
All you bitches upset, call 'em maddys
Tell 'em we ain't lackin' ya we got the rattys
Got no time for no pop up by your baby daddy
But I see you on your slim thick with the fatty
Waist so small, stomach all flatty
Make up on fleek and the body tatted
When she pop it, make me wanna throw some money at it
And every time I grab it I say that's my shit
Then you put it on me Lil Mo and Ja shit
So down to earth still on some fly shit
This that BK, BX, NY shit
On a boy bye shit taking vacays now
You can catch us out in Vegas we be up in Drais now
In Miami doing LIV on Sundays now
Or in LA now, turning up in Playhouse
But every time you see us we be on some fly shit
Diamonds talking for me saying look at my shit
And we buying Rolls on some NY shit
Fab and A-Boogie on some NY shit

[A-Boogie:]
In my bag now, in my bag now
What the fuck is that sound
What the fuck is that sound

Brought the mac out, niggas sat down
I got shit I never had now, I could brag now
Got my bitch a Louis bag now, she could brag now
Bought my bitch a Birkin bag now, she a brat now
Now I'm sitting in the club, in a different bag now
Baby when I pick it up, you gon put that ass down
Tell em' you don't give a fuck, baby spin that ass round
Tell the DJ turn it up, what the fuck is that sound
A-Boogie with the Hoodie, and it's always foreign
Yeah I know she like my style, them other niggas boring
When I pull up it go skrrt skrrt, that's a foreign
When I pull up on a red light, they don't want it
Yeah I came up from the mud, and my baby know that
Introduced her to my plug, now she think she all that
When I first hit her up, no she never wrote back
Then I saw her at the club, so I got up on that

Now every time they play this song she say, "This is my shit"
See the flick on my wrist
And I know she know what's up, baby this is my shit
See the flick on my wrist

They know that's my bitch, that's a fact and she stuck with me
When you in my section fill it up when my cup empty
I can't fuck with rats, that's a fact, that's a dub nigga
All about my F can't put water over blood nigga
Trust me it get ugly
If I wasn't getting money, would you still want me
If I told you I was broke, would you start acting funny
This is all I ever wanted, you can't take it from me

Now every time they play this song she say, "This is my shit"
See the flick on my wrist
And I know she know what's up, baby this is my shit
See the flick on my wrist

Next Generation lyrics - Fabolous

[Hook]
Uh, uh yeah, yeah, oh
Rap's new generation, N-n-next g-gen-gene-generation
Rap's new generation
Rap's new generation, N-n-next g-gen-gene-generation

[Jo Jo Pellegrino]
Well, say hello to the rap Al Capone, south with pone
Tommy gun duck fitted to my mouth is chrome
Don't get it backwards, Stuck Shore South is home
Pelle who, soon to be caked out and blown
Boss of the bosses, Pricehead, Soldier apparel
Read the paper in my bed robe like Tony Soprano
Throw em' all in the bottomless pit
For rockin' bowling shoes, talk about rocks and shit

[Cadillac Tah]
Yo, you bitch niggas is prey, time pay
I leave you shrumped in this five coupe [Errr]
Faggot nigga I slide through
Any hood representin' my set, generation is new
But I wear this tech like a vest
Spit and tear up ya vest
D-A double D for that dough
Hit em' where it hurt most
You niggas ain't comin' close
I run up, gun up, hit you and ya done up, playa you ghost
We killers, Violator, Murderer niggas

[Hook]

[R.C.]
It's the violator, clip changer, mix the mayor
Got trick eight to throw more kisses than Jada
And a bitch serve the guard properly
She give me blows under the belt like a dirty boxer
It's R. Cadillac's on twenty-twos
And jewels that give you cataracts, bitch who you foolin'
They gave me eight bars, no room to breathe
And eight darts nigga, no one to leave

[Fabolous]
I come out with fire
Stop, drop, roll out the booth
Th rims come out the tires
I stop, hop fall off the roof
Only thing you should know is that's them hoin'
This playa comin' back with the 4-5, like M. Jordan
It's spelled with a capital F
See everything from the sweater to the scarf to the capital F
Now with the hoodrats, I'm like the rappin' Hugh hef
Better known as F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S

[Hook]

[Fortune]
It's time to seperate the oil from the cut and gotten the pot
So when the flame rise niggas gon' respect what's hot
Four chain glock on em' with no warning
Leave ya hood like a circle with no corners
Made dough with the pot, heatin' and raisin'
Been around more pies than sweet potatoes
Violators, big dogs respect the line
Niggas act, I'ma tear em' up in the club like Shyne

[Remy Martin]
Y'all know if I spill sixteen it's a massive commodity
[Machine Gun Firing]
So I'ma just lay eight and etch the bodies
Everybody knows who's the hottest bitch
And that's why I'm the only bitch on this shit
And any ho that chu' know love Rem and Nick
Cause I spit as if I had a dick
This rap shit I done mastered it, 8-ball assassin chick
Wanna give it to me but they know I'm not havin' it

[Hook]

Not Give A Fuck (Remix) lyrics - Fabolous (feat. Ras Kass)

Rick Rock, I took my masters baby
I'm here to shake up the world, yeah uh
This is the digiwax remix
Ras Kass, Ghetto Fab, Fresh

[Ras Kass]
This is the Man Show
Can't kick it if you don't get bitches
Get riches, hit dro, drink a dee coup
Had a bad bitch from the dirty south
With a good tooth like Lou
If the answer's no, you a man ho
Probably no more
All captain say hand cuff and stop
Let them go, rass kass will play it though
Fuck laying low like J. Lo
Can't pack a six-fo
True dyke like what they hit for
Play the bar nigga, we dont disco
Grown ass man don't harlem shake
Good sense, let me show you what the dollar make
Take the cake from all you fakes
I can't pump my breaks, the Spreewell's keep spinin'
We up to the rock, next stop, Russell simons
who spit the venom in them Donna Karen denims
Ras kass you can't get caught with fabolous government
Put my face on the passport
Cuz real niggas do real things
so fuck the world to my bling
Cuz ya'll mean
I mean

[Chorus]
I'm fly enough, to do better,
But pimp enough to not give a fuck,
And I'm thug enough, to do better,
And gangsta enough to not give a fuck,
I'm hustlin' enough, to know better,
But ballin' enough to not give a fuck,
And I'm, old enough, to know better,
But young enough to not give a fuck

[Fabolous]
D-d-d-d-dammit man
I'm in a throwback so old
It'll make your grandma glance
And everybody know, everybody go
So please, call the stretch ambulance
These dudes don't stand a chance
When I pull up like the pamper brand
Those in the Lambo slants
With a madame from France
With a ass so big
You couldn't hide it in hammer pants
Who else be in New York
With Miami tans
Got everybody doin' the street family dance
I'm sure this hammer can
Make you save that gangsta role for the camera man
F-A-B, you preferably
Don't wanna F wit me
Please believe it
I'm definately, as responsible
For gettin' the City High as 'Clef would be
Believe it please

[Fresh]
Snap cap Lou, you know it's me
Leroy, wrist on glow for all to see
Fresh trep for all the see
You can tell by my strut, I'm a new yorker baby
What that mean, never leave or maybe
I'm dropping off Felciia, I'm gettin' toss to keyes
Drink up the coffee, break fast after breakfast
Hoppin' in the goleta, make back is gettin' respected
Niggas must be gay, I aint thinkin' straight
I'm in the quarter before eight
Mama I can't relate, like when we goin' shoppin'
When she starts speakin French
Leave them alone like Stockton
Fresh, Ras, and Fab, please with the gift to gab
Put your potato, we ready to mash
Don't get involved, I put your top in front of the E
So you really be ahead of your class

[Chorus]

Panda Freestyle lyrics - Fabolous

[Intro:]
Panda [x6]

[Verse:]
You ain't fam I don't trust you
Niggas will jam up your hustle
Your own man want to crush you, that's a D'Angelo Russell
Set him up, got em
Welven up, got em
Wet em up when they spot em
7up red dot em
I leveled up from the bottom, redded up on the bottom (walk with me nigga)
I leveled up like the volume, Kev what's up what's the problem (talk to me nigga)
It's playoff time for the D Boys, I get love like the Cavs nigga
I went indy on a rap tour, OKC do the math nigga
On the Grizzly like I'm a Spur, in a Maybach I'm a skrr
Talking Hawks cause we really Celtics (selled it)
Talking birds cause we really dealt it
Got the Rockets for the Warriors
Blazing Clips making 40 up
Woulda got you if we wanted you
Pull the heat and blow the Hornets up
In these streets in a foreign joint, a free throw ain't more on point
I know some niggas that'll flatline you, get you robbed like Blac Chyna
The white party in Atlanta, the black party was bananas
Dabbing on em like a Panther (Cam)
Freddy glove on the panda
Krueger sweater on a bear face, bust down from a bare face
Remember me from the staircase, now the loft got a staircase
Now you see how I stepped it up, got it up and then kept it up
Freddy Jason on a Friday, proly shoulda never slept on us
We not the same got to separate us, we ain't never put the weapon up
We authentic y'all replicas, y'all niggas can't rep with us

Rapture lyrics - Fabolous & Jadakiss (feat. Tory Lanez)

[Fabolous:]
I love that, I love that
I love to see the homies gettin to it
(Ain't nothin realer than that)
You know I love that crew love (the gang)
You know with the home team eatin like, everybody level up
(The Family, we all chasin a bag, real recognize real)
And the baddies recognize that too, that's why
(They wanna be with us) I got one, and the bro got the other one
(They get the best view over here) and cuz got the other one
(You know kings need queens, right?!)
Oh, they lovin the crew, man

Yeah, caught up in the rapture of love
Rock the 7's in Toronto, show the Raptors some love
Take a picture with my niggas tryin to capture the love
We from the bottom but we tryin to adapt to above
See for y'all that'll prolly be a caption you love
But for us it goes back to the strap and the gloves
Back to the birds of the white, we was trappin them doves
Here today, gone tomorrow like a Snapchat for thugs
So you gotta keep your circle tight, never let it hula hoop
Niggas gon' shoot they shot especially when you the hoop
I'ma do the Sprinter van 'til we all can do the coupe
The war stories sound way better when your crew the troops
I want for me what I want for them and I'm not a quitter
Most haters don't get better, they get bitter
My nigga couldn't hit her, so he said I had to get her
And if we both want her, fuck it, we can split her
One night with a hitter made her reconsider
Paper on the strip club floor, bitch we came to litter
But everything ain't gold just cause it fucking glitter
And if she ain't a go getter, then fo'get her
Before the road money we was hood jugging
Before the baddies we was plucking hood boogers
That just make the level up better
When life is a bitch and we ain't never upset her, my niggas

[Tory Lanez:]
And it feels like love
And it feels like love
When it feels, oh
Drop top coupes in the winter, babe
We just moving like the winners, baby
Drinks up, if you feel the same
Ooooooh, na na na na
Oh baby, yeah, oh na

[Jadakiss:]
(Kill kill kill) HA-HAAAEEH!
Caught up in the rapture of love
From where they shoot it out, slap box and scrap with the thugs
Went to all different cities on the map with the drugs
Instead of re'in up, we just came back with the plugs
This is post rap, yeah I'm talking after the buzz
We became legends, they was pushing Acuras cuz
With the same brethrens, we ain't know what accurate was
We had each other though, that's what impacted the love
This is back when you could bring gats in the club
Had to step light, like it's thumb tacs in the rug
Bitches still down, though a few cats is a dub
Tryin to smoke something, we was really after the bud (light up)
Cause the fly cats can't really adapt to the mud
If you ain't God it ain't in your actions to judge
It is what it is turns into it was what it was
And umm, you know the thirst come with the grub (always)
And the dirtiest is the first one in the tub
And the tough guys really just be wanting to hug
Yeah, when they calm down after they bug
And realize they just caught up in the rapture of love, what?

[Tory Lanez:]
And it feels like love
And it feels like love
When it feels, oh
Drop top coupes in the winter, babe
We just moving like the winners, baby
Drinks up, if you feel the same
Ooooooh, na na na na
Oh baby, yeah, oh na

Ready lyrics - Fabolous (feat. Chris Brown)

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
And baby we don't need a bed, no
Don't need a master room, don't need to set the mood
She like, "Yeah, yeah"
One touch one touch, she gon' give me all the love
She's ready, so ready
She ready, so I'm ready
I feel it comin' on strong, it's so heavy
She ready, I'm ready

[Verse 1: Fabolous]
I hear if you stay ready, you ain't gotta get ready
Call you when I get there, you just get your shit wetty
Oops I mean your shit ready, can't believe I said that
Least you know where my head at, now shorty where your head at
She gon' dive in head first, school me like the board of ed
She do it then we do it so she can say she thought ahead
Laid up in that all day, can't get out that water bed
Talk nasty for ya boy, silent treatment for the feds
No cup for the thirsty, she bad as controversy
Skin-tone like Hershey, body Lord have mercy
Yeah if this thing were a car, it'd be a Lamborghini Mercy
Maybe I'm too fast, girl say she

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Fabolous]
Talkin' 'bout you born ready, talkin' 'bout it's on deck
Talk a good one on text, you say you 'bout it I'm gon' check
I put some kisses on neck, let me warm that engine up
Relax when the tension's up, girl you just call your ninja up
And I pop up in that all black (all black) and kill that
See I'm dressed appropriate, you got to feel that
Feel that? (I feel that)
That's that love comin' down
For the brain, I'm dumbin' down, we on swole when she come around
Need ice to numb it down, night stick to beat it up
Rodney King that teen girl, can't we all just get along?
You could get along, you already know, but is you ready though?

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Chris Brown & Fabolous]
If you are a bad one, be ready (Be ready)
Two times for my niggas, we ready (We so ready)
The pretty ladies in the V.I. and they ready (They so ready)
I'm feelin' good, chillin' good, I'm ready (I'm ready, yo)
Left a girl in the back, she ready (She so ready)
We don't know how to act, we ready (Cause we're ready)
And we can't wait to get home (If you're ready, come on)

[Chorus]

Rich Hustle lyrics - Fabolous (feat. Jim Jones)

(Hitmaka)
(Hol' up)

I just gotta keep it street on some G code shit (G code)
Do whatever for them wins on some cheat code shit (Do whatever)
Tryna be paid in full on some Rico shit (Get money)
Toast to a rich hustle nigga, Clicquot rich
I just gotta keep it street on some G code shit (That's facts)
Do whatever for them wins on some cheat code shit (Don't play with us)
Tryna be paid in full on some Rico shit (Killa, what up?)
Toast to a rich hustle nigga, Clicquot rich (Clicquot rich)

If they ask me how I been, I say, "I can complain" (I can't)
Same reason I be icy 'cause I can't come plain (I can't)
I know that life's a bitch but I ran some game
And pop bottles 'cause I became a champ from pain (Let's go)
Now the watch look good and I rock handsome chains
Plus I always keep it a buck and some change
I been comin' through Harlem since the Branson strain (Facts)
Ask about my Pelle, Avirex and [?] game (Facts)
Ask Capo, am I capping (Huh?)
Stop me when I'm rapping (Huh?)
This shit really happened so guess I'm really rapping (Really rapping, nigga)
You turned into a hater for a bitch number (Ew)
I hustled all winter for a rich summer (Oh)

I just gotta keep it street on some G code shit (Facts)
Do whatever for them wins on some cheat code shit (Whatever)
Tryna be paid in full on some Rico shit (Harlem)
Toast to a rich hustle nigga, Clicquot rich (You see it)
I just gotta keep it street on some G code shit (Keep it a buck)
Do whatever for them wins on some cheat code shit (How you winning?)
Tryna be paid in full on some Rico shit (Hurr)
Toast to a rich hustle nigga (Ha), Clicquot rich (Capo)

We been popping champagne since we started with the white star (Facts)
Then we jumped to the Rose like when Juelz had the white car (Remember that?)
Shit back then it was a hunnid for the Cristal
That was the nineties, I was running wild with my pistol (Brr)
Summer in Miami when we start drinking Veuve (Woo)
Always ready for action like a part of a movie (Loaded)
I been dripping since I hit 'em with the scarf and the Lou V
Niggas know the vibe, that summer start 'em in a new V (Skrr)
And I know all the gangstas down on NA Roc
Shit, I let my milli pop up on NA block (Grr)
All these bottles on the corner like we just won a chip
And we got these bitches thirsty like they just want a sip (Really rich)

I just gotta keep it street on some G code shit (Keep it G)
Do whatever for them wins on some cheat code shit (Whatever it takes)
Tryna be paid in full on some Rico shit (Harlem)
Toast to a rich hustle nigga (Rich hustle nigga), Clicquot rich (Clicquot rich)

Say Less lyrics - Fabolous & French Montana

Say less
Been through hell and back but didn't pray less
Never been stingy with a pay check
All my brothers eating like the Wayans
They ask me for my help I tell them say less
Been through hell and back but didn't pray less
Never been stingy with a pay check
All my brothers eating like the Wayans
They ever need my help I tell em say less

Look
I just do more and say less
Money talking for me baby, I'm having to say less
Shorty wanted Lo Mein, and she be going low mane
So Imma need da private room, Dara told me say less
Yea, this that satay sauce
Gotta be upfront baby, what that valet cost
I'm a smooth operator, word to Sade's voice
Me & Day Day pulling up, like Next Friday boy
Shhhh
Yea they 10's, but I keep 'em clean
When you really keep it playa you can keep a team
Shhhh
Put the win before the stats
Make sure they say less
Kill a rat before they chat

Say less
Been through hell and back but didn't pray less
Never been stingy with a pay check
All my brothers eating like the Wayans
They ask me for my help I tell them say less
Been through hell and back but didn't pray less
Never been stingy with a pay check
All my brothers eating like the Wayans
They ever need my help I tell em say less

(Montana!)
Say less, Diddy boppin with a lituation
On the couches she throwing signs up like Caresha
Slidin' with the mobster, salt and pepper lobster
Walnut shrimp outside like Von Zip
2 milli on a car with no stars on the ceiling
They be gangstas on the blogs, catch a charge now they civilians
Now back to the private room, poker with the lifers
When I tell 'em say less, I ain't talkin' bout the prices
I'm on that say less energy, she spinnin' me, I curve fast
Catchin' suckas Jack Harlow style, flyin' first class
Still duckin' all the crabs, eatin' all the lobster
Hopin' out like Fendi off the helicopter

Say less
Been through hell and back but didn't pray less
Never been stingy with a pay check
All my brothers eating like the Wayans
They ask me for my help I tell them say less
Been through hell and back but didn't pray less
Never been stingy with a pay check
All my brothers eating like the Wayans
They ever need my help I tell em say less

Sicker Than Yo Average lyrics - Fabolous (feat. Red Cafe & Trey Songz)

[Hook]
(Huh, sicker than ya average)
Sicker than yo average
(sicker than ya average)
Sicker than yo average
(sicker than ya average)

[Fabolous - Verse 1]
Ha ha, sicker than yo average
Oh you think you hot
I’ll come through quicker than a maverick
Shut ya heat down, you’ll quickly be embarrassed
Come through where you live, flick it up like Dallas
Stick to living savage, I’ll stick to living lavish
Picking up a bad bitch, the chick look like my ad-libs (niiice)
She calling me Fab Pitt, you can be my Jolie
Swing big sticks, shorty you can be my goalie
You ask too many questions, yo, you can be the police
You know what time it is girl, you can see my Rolie
My car like a hospital, with the windows tinted cause
You can’t see me but you know a sick nigga in it right

[Hook]
(Ha, sicker than ya average)
Sicker than yo average
(sicker than ya average)
Sicker than yo average
(sicker than ya average)
Sicker than yo average
(Ha, ha, sicker than ya average)
Sicker than yo average
Nigga working hard just to have it
Tell you like I told my last bitch
Sicker than yo, sicker than yo, sicker than yo
Sicker than yo average

[Red Cafe - Verse 2]
Sicker than yo average
Euro gang crazy, I’m in the sickest fabrics
High every day like I’m living in the attic
Psycho, psycho, my living room padded
I’m sicker than magic, oh
Stuntin’ in the sickest air max, oh
Now I’m finna pose for the flashes, hoe
Still I put it down in the mattress
So make that girl the opposite of Go-Go
Go, go, dippin’ from behind doing the sickest blue jays and I ain't talking Toronto
Sicker than yo average, there he go, the finisher
Sick hot, 200 degrees, check the temperature

[Hook]

So NY lyrics - Fabolous

[Intro]
Best things come to those who wait
It’s time to go get it

[Hook]
I said I’m so New York, Weezy probably don’t like me [x3]
La-dada-da-da-da-daaaa

For my city, emphasis on my city
You got to go to L.A. if your looking for Diddy
You gotta check C.T. if your looking for Fitty
Niggas in Paris, but what about the city?
I’m so N.Y. like the folks who make Playstation
Hope ya’ll enjoyed your summer vacation
I been on that medicine, all y’all sick patients
Time to come for Sugar Hill, word to Ray Nathan
I’m coming for the belt and I stay H’ing
Coming for your Idol, word to Clay Aiken
Pause- in case they take it the wrong way
And bitch nigga always take it the wrong way
Still spitting, I’m the city’s saliva
Want the keys to it like the designated driver
Sometimes I listen to my old rhymes, it feels like I had the fucking keys the whole time
Ain’t gotta give me credit, I take cash
(Broooklyn) Yeah we take cash
Those old niggas trying to live off their old bodies
These young niggas think they killing shit, with no bodies
But this ain’t about old school, new school
Cause my old school look better than your new school
And I drive my new school like my old school
Just to wave at the teachers from my old school
In Flex We Trust I let him do my old schools
The girl used to brain me, you love my old school
Stop playing, you boys grew up on me
I fed you, burped you, until you threw up on it
I gave these niggas style, they never had a Clue
But they heard the freestyles yea they had the Clues
Been doing this a while, probably had your boo
She probably came back had a little attitude
Gun charge, oh yea I had like two
My black lawyer beat them, never had a Jew
I done had a few, never use, had them new
So I’m Pac, in a white suit, I Ain’t Mad At You
No Diddy, no Dupri, no Dr. Dre
No Cash Money from Baby, and no Rocs from Jay
And I’m still here, I’m still here!
I’m so New York that I’m still her

[Hook]

Stacks Up lyrics - Fabolous (feat. PnB Rock)

[Pnb Rock:]
I got the map, I just came through
I just flex in a new Jag'
I just hit the mall
I just blew another bag
I can't count it all, I got way too much to ask
And it just keep on stackin' up
I got the map, I just came through
I just flex in a new Jag'
I just hit the mall
I just blew another bag
I can't count it all, I got way too much to ask
And it just keep on stackin' up

[Fabolous:]
They keep on actin' up, I just be crackin' up
They keep on reachin' and I just be stackin' up
I be too high for they down talkin'
When I do say that's the round talkin'
I do my numbers and let them keep count
I got keys in my mattress, so fuck your sheep count
Listen, have you ever, ever seen a focus switch
Like you went to sleep broke but you over rich
Like you pulled up in foreign to some local shit
And made them niggas go crazy on some Joker shit
I said shout my Harley Quinns, lookin' like Kylie Jenns
We gon' hit the club and light it up, halogens

[Pnb Rock:]
I got the map, I just came through
I just flex in a new Jag'
I just hit the mall
I just blew another bag
I can't count it all, I got way too much to ask
And it just keep on stackin' up
I got the map, I just came through
I just flex in a new Jag'
I just hit the mall
I just blew another bag
I can't count it all, I got way too much to ask
And it just keep on stackin' up

Stack it up like Legos
Spend it all like play doughs
I ain't on the top but I'm on my way though
So all this girls ain't doin' what I say so
I was chasin' the bag
I'm on my way to some cash
So if it ain't bout no money, my niggas they don't even ask
Yeah, you know I'm on my way
Poppin' xannies so I stay up
Like a marry jeans
Breeze be supreme
Gucci be so clean
I'm a Louis fiend
Big body, yeah
Chopped out, yeah
Haters they gon' stare
You know I don't care

I got the map, I just came through
I just flex in a new Jag'
I just hit the mall
I just blew another bag
I can't count it all, I got way too much to ask
And it just keep on stackin' up
I got the map, I just came through
I just flex in a new Jag'
I just hit the mall
I just blew another bag
I can't count it all, I got way too much to ask
And it just keep on stackin' up

Steve Jobs lyrics - Fabolous (feat. Paul Cain)

[Fabolous]
It goes however I wanted to
These bitches never say can't
I just call it angel, she look like heaven in pants
Big house, couple rides
Call that shit Neverland Ranch
Tre Pounds, shoot fast, call that shit Kevin Durant
You niggers beneath me
Now go get fucking stomped son
No I run this city I am Brooklyn's Nucky Thompson
If they make me go in
I'ma go right away
My fly ass can't be stopped no flight delay
Gotta a crew of bad bitches
Call em the nice girls
Yo bitches look scary
But she ain't no spice girl
It's 9am when you clock, you're an office worker
It's big Bens in my pocket I'm a rothsberger
Coconut ciroc and pineapple, easy order
Now I got this chick showing me what Yeezy taught her (Amber Rose?)
Welcome to the funeral pay respect
Me and your girl, unibrow, may connect wait a sec
Let it breath...

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha

Its goes getting more money
They come with more problems
I used to be Mac'ing but now I'm Steve Jobbin' man
See you got 2 choices
You can stay broke or grind
Life is a bitch, and I'm just tryna Oprah mine
Gettin' more money, it comes with more problems
Man used to be Mac'ing but now I'm Steve Jobbin'man
Got 2 choices
You can stay broke or grind
Life is a bitch, and I'm just tryna Oprah mine

[Paul Cain]
Always been a squeezer, I've been on the hollow niggas
Always been a leader no twitter, I don't follow niggas
Fuck glass, drink Rose out the bottle nigga
I promised to keep it 1000 you know my motto nigga
Don't just talk it, be about it
You talk it, but we about it
We do it, you read about it
Leave 'em don't speak about it
We live it, you dream about it
How could you even doubt it
Couldn't get a quarter round here
Unless we allowed it
This is our city, our town, our turf
We eatin' and y'all thirst
Do shoot back, bomb first
Get 'em gone first
Let em fire, arms burst
Regardless of size or status
Stuff em in that long hearse
I think I'm Malcolm X, Huey Newton
Marcus Garvey, I'm surrounded by my army damn
Damn, nigga try and harm me
Fuck what a hater think
How could niggas try to rob me
If I'm out in Abu Dhabi, ferrari's and Maserati's
Fleets pulling up in Nobu's and Cipriani's
Or that F1 race track, good look tryna find me
Wherever I'm at ,I'm smoking some Bob Marley
7 star hotels, you can see the ocean from the lobby
Riding in the goose, riding to the Goose
Believe the great deal with stress
I've been through the most
Changed my whole way of thinking, got a new approach
Fly private if it ain't first class, I'm through with coach
Street fam for life, this we all owe the los
Whole gang bottles in the air
I propose a toast
We dun seen the World
Partied with emirates
We all come from nothing, always remember that
So you should be thankful everytime you spend a stack
For the all classy restaurants we ate dinners ate
All the cars, audemars with the different straps
But always strive for more, never be content with that
No beginner rap, no number 1 contender jack
Arnold Swarzenegger returns, Decembers back

Throw It In The Bag (Remix) lyrics - Fabolous (feat. Drake)

[Chorus - Sample from "Fancy" by The-Dream - 2X]
Y'all know me 'cause all I do is ride around in Bentley coupe
Got no need, she got me buyin her them Fendi shoes
All we do is shop until we drop
All-all-all-all-all-all we do is shop until we drop
(Just throw it in the bag, bag)

[Fabolous - talking over Chorus]
You know we had to go shopping one more time, right?
I think we forget somethin, haha, haha
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
I said if you gettin money, if you gettin money
If you gettin money, just throw it in the bag

[Verse 1 - Fabolous]
It's Mr. "Throw It In The Bag", I just throw it in the bag
I don't know how much it cost but I know this bitch is bad
Walk up to that register like I ain't know it had a tag
I'm no liar I don't front, I'm a buy her what she want
'Cause your queen 'posed to get what she desire, what she want
If my lady like to eat, then I'm a buy her restaurants
And she such a boss bitch, she can hire who she want
She can help me blow this cream, she the fire to my blunt
You can try her if you want, bet it's gon' cost you
Bags with the G's, jeans with the horseshoe
She can go to work or chill like a boss do
That nigga ain't ya nigga unless he endorse you
They sayin it ain't trickin if you got it, they lyin
I say it ain't trickin if you got her, she mine
You niggaz ain't got to worry 'bout her she fine
My Player Card's approved, you niggaz declined, nice

[Chorus]

[Break - Fabolous - talking over Chorus]
If you gettin money, if you gettin money
If you gettin money, just throw it in the bag
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
I said if you gettin money, if you gettin money
If you gettin money, just throw it in the bag

[Verse 2 - Drake]
Well alright
Loso, and Drizzy baby
Uh uh, we up in Barneys goin dumb again
Every time we leave the manager say "come again"
Honestly she's probably old enough to be my mama friend
She just want that feeling back, I make her feel young again
If her card declined, you need to check that shit and run again
They don't give you limits when you keep that money comin in
Yeah, just fold some paper around the magnet
As soon as it approve you can throw it in the bag
She mature to say the least
And if I get a car then she make sure to pay the lease
She used to have a husband 'til she found out that he cheats
And then she filed for divorce and watch her bank account increase
She got a condo with a view, a house with a pool
Her son is 26 but he just went away to school
She always show me pictures of him, tell me that's her baby
I hope that I never meet him, that nigga look craaaaazy
And I be spendin all my lady chips
She got me feeling like my daddy back in '86
Yeah, she say she lucky that she his
No, I m lucky that you mine baby, you know what it isssss

[Chorus]

[Break]

[Verse 3 - Fabolous]
Shorty so nice, I don't mean polite
When I say nice, I mean lookin right
And you can't put a price on something lookin right
If they ask how much, tell em what it's lookin like
Everything I buy fly, it's like I'm bookin flights
If I want it, I'm a get it, that should not be tooken light
And that's on everything I got a crazy lady
So (Money Ain't A Thing) Jay-Z, J.D.
Like Jay-Z's lady, it's Beyoncein
Supportin your women goes beyond payin
Watchin me ball is like LeBron playin
I'm in the Louis shoes you might see Kanye in
They sayin it ain't trickin if you got it, they lyin
I say it ain't trickin if you got her, she mine
You niggaz ain't got to worry 'bout her she fine
My Player Card's approved, you niggaz declined, nice

[Chorus]

[Break]

Ups & Downs Freestyle lyrics - Fabolous

The thing about life is it's gon' have ups and downs
Nothing you can do about that
But on the up-side we just tryna keep it up
You win some, you learn some, there's no losses
Yeah

Tryna elevate, I just take the ups with the downs
If it escalate, my order going uppity-down
Make 'em levitate, blick lift 'em up off the ground
Imma heavyweight, I've been tryna uplift the town
You ain't say that, oh now we got puppets around
I don't play that, the homie can't make up with no clown
This the up-side, everything is up with me now
Down ass bitch, I gotta act her uppity now
Ain't no getting back with me when I'm up and she down
And I just lost a parlay off a couple rebounds
Thought y'all was happy for me, what's up with these frowns?
I'm big fish, you mad you can't Guppy me now?
Stay hungry, never thirsty, my cup with me now
Seen me drop a bag, I'm her cup of tea now
Moving on up, Jeffersons, upper east now
Could've upped the middle finger but I up the peace now
Yeah, Dueces like Breezy and Tyga
Hoes ain't loyal, featuring Weezy and Tyga
Swing through clubs, yeah that get easy for tiger
Drip too hard, I don't make it easy for biters
They think when you getting paper it gets easy as whiter
But I never force it, the reason is GIGA
Aye they gon' come for you when they can't comfort you
I got comfortable seeing them uncomfortable
I got local niggas tryna locate ya
She not up in Kroger, she in Croatia
You thots get around, yeah they rotate ya
You not wife material with hoe nature
And I don't know who need to hear that, the shoe fits, wear that
'Cause Imma leave you weirdos right where you'll get wet at, huh
Chick foreign like I met her out here
She like "That Drake album sound way better out here"

I know
Trust me, I know
Just saying it's a different vibe when you on other side with it
The up side
When you vibing in Croatia and Amsterdam, and you know, you in Europe with it like
It's a vibe, I get it, I-I-I get it
You not there yet
Aye what that boy say?
I took big steps to get here, my euro is different
Ahaha, that's tough

Walking Trophy (Remix) lyrics - Fabolous

[Fabolous & Hoodcelebrityy:]
I ain't playing with you!
Walking, walking (yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Trophy, trophy (yeah)
You a walking trophy
Remix, remix

[Fabolous:]
I see you got a tan from the islands, skin look golden
Spice it up on them niggas
I see you been heatin' up the IG, ass look swollen
Ice you up on them niggas
I see you know how to hit them angles, pose you been holdin'
Price went up on them niggas
This time I let them see you a bad bitch, see you a rude girl
Nice for what to them niggas? (the remix)
You wear a trophy, B
You with the winning team
You never with a loser, unless it's in his stream
You got a glow with you, you got an inner beam
You make the opps want you, even a friend'll scheme
Them niggas wanna kiss the trophy too
But a real nigga wouldn't of been overdue
They been tryna shoot they shot, they like O for 2
And I'm KD for 3, shootin' over you (uh)

[Hoodcelebrityy:]
Gal yuh know seh yuh pretty from yuh born
Walk out, gal yuh nah try hard
Dem gyal dem nuh pretty inna real life
You pretty pon di gram
An yuh pretty inna real life

We Here lyrics - Fabolous (feat. T-Pain)

[Fabolous:]
Sometimes I just look em in the eyes and say, we here

[Hook - T-Pain:]
Take the good, the bad, all we had
We here, we here, we here, we here
We laugh, we cry, we gon' defy
We here, we here, we here, we here (Put em up)
Yeah we here, we here we here, we here we here
We here, we here we here, we here we here

[Fabolous:]
Always in attendence, even when I'm absent
Haters see you present, try to leave a nigga absent
Fishes on my ride, kleenex golds, that's in the cabinet
Shorty in my ride but she should be in a pageant
Hello this is Erica, should be miss America
We be in them foreign cars that make you miss America
Probably wasn't meant to be, fuck it though, we here
How I feel mentally? Don't stay broke, repair
Make they note, [?] year, ain't no turnin' me down
I'm turnt up, we turnt up
Take it to another level, even when you at the top
That's that Kobe system, we going over the top

[Hook]

[Fabolous:]
We here forever though, y'all here for never though
Hating is beneath me, I say that's the Devil yo
Condo at the top, one floor down from heaven yo
All got our own cars, we ridin' together though
Shout out DJ Khaled, we the best currently
Money ain't shit, respect is the best currency (niiice)
Now you can cash that around the world
And you could flash that around a girl

[Fabolous:]
When you down, you can't go but one place
And that's up, and that's up, and that's up, and that's up
I done lost and got back, but we here and we like
What's up, what's up, what's up, what's up

[Hook]

[T-Pain x2:]
You gon' be good, I'm gon' make sure of that
And I'm gon' be there where I should be at
You got me, whenever, whatever, whoever, I'm ready for you
You got me, however, now or never, baby I can't ignore ya

[Hook]

When I Feel Like It lyrics - Fabolous (feat. 2 Chainz)

[Intro: Fabolous]
I ain't in no rush
I handle you niggas when I feel like it
I just be chillin'... yo' bitch is chillin' too
Ha!

[Chorus: Fabolous]
When I feel like it, kill these hoes when I feel like it
When I feel like it, that's my bitch when I feel like it
When I feel like it, kill these niggas when I feel like it
Now I do this shit when I feel like it
When I feel like it, smoke one when I feel like it
When I feel like it, pou' up when I feel like it
When I feel like it, cash out when I feel like it
Now I do this shit when I feel like it

[Fabolous]
The way it's shaped they say it's fake, I can't lie I still like it
No snitch I can't tell if it look real and it feel like it
She bend it over, I will hike it, number one pick, got skills like it
Heard she fucks with some ball player, when I touch down I still spike it
Know I got that check on me, I'm not Nike but it feel like it
At the game on them floor seats, I ain't Spike but I feel like it
We ain't friends, we don't chill like it, you ain't my dog we don't bill like it
My nigga no camera man but he be flashing them steels like it
Where I'm from it ain't Iraq but swear to God it get real like it
Got soldiers in the field like it 'bout mine, you get killed like it
Pussy niggas be commentating, say they ain't hating but it feel like it
Just post a pic of me and his boo on Instagram, think he'll like it

[Chorus]

[2 Chainz]
I ain't a chef I make meals like him, cut them up in thin slices
I got bricks like construct'; you want instructions? You niggas ain't built like me
Competition ain't real like me, I'm so sick, who ill like me?
Two bricks in me suite, so when I leave I bet them bitches still diking
Family good cause I feel like it, I'm hood cause I feel like it
Might not be your favorite artist, but your favorite artist got a verse from me, so they still like it
Ain't nobody popping seals like me, codeine like a supplement
If I make her cum it's a compliment, nigga fuck you, like a parking ticket
Now I got 'caine, like a walking stick, shoot you for a argument
Make all my bitches take all your bitches and play hide and get
I'm getting rich cause I feel like it, take your girl cause I feel like it
Cash her out, toss her up, wash her up that's the spin cycle
And them niggas never did like it, in the car and I got the title
Grandma bought me a hand bible, I bought me a hand rifle
Cause I feel like it, all you niggas look re-cycled
And I'm getting head in the car, while she's driving (ERR!)

[Chorus]

Wicked Freestyle lyrics - Fabolous (feat. Jadakiss)

[Intro - Fabolous:]
They ask why we move like that
I mean you know how it is
If you really been out here, that's how you really gotta move
Shit wicked boy
Brooklyn forever

[Chorus:]
Hold up, hold up
Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked
Hold up, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked
These streets wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked, I be telling em
You hoes wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked
I won't show no mercy niggas ask for it
I can't show no mercy niggas ask for it, for real
Hold up, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked, let's get to it though
These streets wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked

[Verse 1 - Fabolous:]
Swear if I ain't hit it then my dog kilt her
Bitches think they slick using that dog filter
Shorty know no matter what my piece is here
She pillow talking telling me your piece is dead
Fuck that friendly nonsense keep it monetary
Rocking Fendi monster I'm so fly it's scary
Twin cannons with em that Mariah Carey
My nigga make a movie that's that Tyler Perry
That's the Spike Lee
F. Gary Gray
Chopper beat your face
Call it Mary Kay
Two birds of white girl Ashley Mary Kate
Drop them chickens in the flour let them birds marinate
All my day ones rocking Day-Dates
My son wear a Rollie to his play dates
Say they out the picture shorty photo cropping
I be more concerned bout when that photo dropping
I'm cool on all these mixy niggas photo hopping
They post it but don't buy niggas photoshopping
Everything you niggas want to get I done had that
Know I'm sonning niggas so I started wearing dad hats

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Jadakiss:]
I just went to get it they said I was selfish
Your best songs are somebody else's
Stay away from em allergic to shellfish
It's all good long as you know where the wealth is
Used to play the lobby with the best raw
Then leave the after party with the best whore
Now I'm getting ready for my next tour
Kyrie party right next door
Go on let the pump do that
Art of War you just gotta Sun Tzu that
Got the cuban sitting on the fuck Trump crewneck
I was in the hood you ain't never come through that
There's a reward if they find where we dumped you at
Let a clip off wherever your punk crew at
Far as that work go yeah you know son move that
The whole Tri-state is my state yeah true that
Okay see I'm just reminding y'all
These streets will throw your timing off
Feels like a needle in your spinal cord
And the stamp on the diesel say Final Four
Wicked

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