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

You Be Killin' Em (Remix) lyrics - Fabolous (feat. Ryan Leslie & Ne-Yo)

[R-Les]
All my ladies killin em get your hands up
All my ladies killin em get them hands up
If you really killin’ em keep them hands up
Keep them hands up, up

(If you killin em)

Get your hands up
All my ladies killin em get your hands up
And if you really killin’ em keep them hands up
If you killin em

[Fabolous]
You be killin’ ‘em
Girl you be killin’ ‘em
That girl bad, I mean badder than villian
I’ma let you know girl, that's how real I am
Swagga on a hundred thousand trillion
Girl I mean look at you
I’m not gon’ judge, cause I woulda thrown the book at you
See a murder case every time I take a look at you
Where the ladies who be killin em

[Ne-Yo - Chorus]
When you put that over me
Hard that I can see baby?
It’s damn, girl look at you
Girl you fly as fly can be
And nothing I can say baby
It’s damn, look at her
Girl you look incredible
(so good you killin em)
Flawless girl from head to toe
Girl you killin em
Ain't nobody touch you know
Ooh girl you killin’ em
Girl you are

Girl you be killin em
You be killin em

[Fabolous]
You be killin that
Girl you be killin that
She do it with no hands and I be feelin’ that
Then she yellow tape anywhere she chillin’ at
You need tear drops baby, killer tatts
From New York to Cali, back down to Florida
Her shoes made by a foreigner, call the coroner
They should arrest you, at least isssue you a warrant for they way you be killin’ em
Ne-Yo bring the chorus bru…

[Ne-Yo - Chorus]

[R-Les]
All my ladies killin em get your hands up
All my ladies killin em get them hands up
If you really killin’ em keep them hands up
Keep them hands up, up

(If you killin em)

Get your hands up
All my ladies killin em get your hands up
And if you really killin’ em keep them hands up
If you killin em

[Ne-Yo - Chorus]