Uh, huh, Oh! Yeah, Yeah, Uh! Uh! Yeah, Uh Uh!They call me G-H-E-T-T-OBlack star power, like B-E-T showsI'm usually pullin up in the G-T slowFlashing my ring finger with the E-T glowI'm that nucca, act ruckaCertified plat nuccaSemi-auto, gat buccaTake that ****aLay flat suckaI'm the Negro, amigoGet every bay from Tampa to MontigoThey say I got the lifestyle, and the E glowI'm in the blow range, no matter where he goI'm that homieGat on meI'm the kid not that phonyAnybody that know meKnows im here to get that money! Yeah!
Heeyyyy! Now get that money, keep them rims spicheeeeyyy!24 shoes on my Hummer, and they fitting tiiigghhtt!Fabolous and Missy, Sickalicious righhhhtttt.If you a hater make my gun go （Fabolous: Blocka, blocka, blocka, blow!）
They call me F-A-B, O-L-OU-S, you just lay down slow! （Nigga）Know this before this, trey pound blow （Uh-Huh）Spit game, get dames to lay down low （Ohh!）I'm da poppy cholo, the cops say the tops on the drops is to lowI shop till I drop, when I'm coppin new clothesBop in the hop, but don't stop to use hoesI'm that new dude, that includeMaking sure silencers in the gat is screwedWith an it don't even matter moodAnd a **** you, pay me attitudeI'm that young boy, that slung boyThat'll have em saying, where you get that from boyI'm still leaving niggas, at one choiceSo run when you hear, that gun noise! （Blat!）
You say you rich, then come and talk that shit to me（Blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka）Buy your DVD's and TV's, but I like shoes on my Jeep（Blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka）24-inch wheels, and a good gold grill in the front（Blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka）Gotta closet made for big clothesGotta do more then treat me to lunch
[Fabolous