French Montana Ft Wale & Fabolous - R&B Chicks Lyrics

French Montana Ft Wale & Fabolous - R&B Chicks Lyrics:

[Intro]
What you talkin’ ‘bout, I’mma put in work

[Hook: French Montana]
Mary J, Miley Cyrus
Tell Ashanti, let a nigga holla
I had a dream fuckin’ R&B bitches
I had a dream fuckin’ R&B bitches
Catch me rollin’, Kelly Rowland
Tell Rihanna, let a nigga holla
I had a dream fuckin’ R&B bitches
I had a dream fuckin’ R&B bitches

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Mary J bought me everything
Kelly Rowland bought that press be rolling
I heard that Rihanna got that oooh
Tryna get Kelly wetter than her pool
Smokin' on that Etta James
Stackin' that Aretha Franklin
Smokin' Keisha, ease the pain
OG, Mary J
Ooh I like it, blow a quarter mill
Smoke about a field, talkin’ ‘bout that Lauryn Hill
TLC what I’m going about
All my bitches Rihanna, all my bitches Madonna
Tell JB going to JJ, fuck that, going KK
Riding around with that AK, every day be pay day

[Hook: French Montana]

[Verse 2: Fabolous]
J. Lo’s, Beyno’s and K. ro’s
Mamis, lightskins, darkskins, when I say so
Sippin’ on this Brandy, Smokin’ on that Keisha
Fell in love with my AK, with a new swisher to ‘Licia
She in between my verses, I’m in between her legs
You seen her at award shows, I seen her on the reg
I need a freak in the morning, a freak in the evening
Adina Howard for real, I’m freaking then I’m leaving
That Aguilera bought that black Carrera
That Kelly Clarkson bought that Aston Martin
I’m tryna get a Christina Milli yo
And an R&B bitch that can really blow, yo

[Hook: French Montana]

[Verse 3: Wale]
Kick game Neymar, psh psh, Tamar
Keep it G, I'm no hypebeast but tell [?] to leave the J's on
Oh I got a fetish, talkin’ ‘bout me out in Philly
She just married a billionaire, tryna see what went chilly
Damn Misses Badu, there’s just something about you
Tell me next lifetime, I’m shooting myself for proof, oops
Tinashe, I’m tryna show you love
Heard you get 2 on, I just need one then I'm good
Mary J, got your number from Puff
I’m young enough to be your son, but what’s that 411?
You know I’m just playing, you know I love them ladies
You know I love you like a sister, unless you thinking maybe…

[Hook: French Montana]

Fabolous - Young OG Lyrics

Fabolous - Young OG Lyrics:

[Intro:]
Nigga, don’t tell me what niggas say about me
Tell me why they feel comfortable telling you

[Verse 1:]
The saddest stories comes from those who once had the glory
Had the foreigns, diamond watches and the baddest shorties
Now they in their latter 40s, bunch of kids, scatted shorties
No respect from the neglect, they call they daddy Corey
I’m from a different cloth, that ain’t the pattern for me
It’s levels to this shit, it’s different categorize
Can’t be like them niggas out here looking fat and gory
They ain’t never win no rings but be mad at Horry
Talkin bout, ”man that nigga don’t deserve that shit”
Like ”I was really in these streets, I used to serve that shit”
We started from the bottom, had to topsy-turn that shit
Get it while the gettings good after that reserve that shit
My ex texted me last night, but I curve that shit
Coulda end up hitting it, be too late to swerve that shit
That’s a young mistake, Lord knows I made me some
I love getting brain, that never made me dumb
All that did was made me cum
Swear these hoes made me numb
Only feelings for this bitch
You been shoulda gave me some
I knew niggas who had some bread never gave me crumbs
Drink the whole f-cking juice and never saved me some
I know how young niggas feel, I had to live through shit
See the world as constipated, nobody gon give you shit
I learned that niggas gon be niggas, yeah we shouldn’t do it
But hoes gon be hoes, they just ain’t admitting to it
Where I been? Getting to it
Going through and getting through it
Running round killing shit
And telling cops I didn’t do it
That’s why they call me ”Young OG”
And ima spit this dope shit until my tongue o.d.
I flew my shorty in from Cali and she brung OG
She got me chillin in my city but my lungs o.t.
And fuck them niggas online, reply why?
Broke niggas talking cause it’s free wifi

[Outro: Ving Rhames]
You know the problem with you lil niggas?
You think you know everything about the damn world
You don’t know shit
Well I see you got yourself a lil business going
Well that’s good, that’s good
You make that paper
When you making, paper you gotta learn some rules too
You gotta learn the difference between guns and butter
It’s two types of niggas in this world
Niggas with guns and niggas with butter
Now what are guns?
The guns, that’s the realist thing
It’s stocks and bonds
Artwork
What you know the shit I appreciate with value
What’s the butter?
Cars, clothes, jewelry
All that other bullshit
They don’t mean shit after you buy it
That is what it’s all about
Guns and butter baby
Lil dumb motherf-ckers

Fabolous - So NY Lyrics

Fabolous - So NY Lyrics:

[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-da-da-da-da-da

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 ya’ll patient
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
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 k-k-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, they nobodies
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 bring ???
stop playing, your boys

Lloyd Banks - Bring It Back Ft. Fabolous Lyrics

Lloyd Banks - Bring It Back Ft. Fabolous Lyrics:

Uh, score paper forget it
Big money I’m wit it
I’m smokin good you can smell it though
I get hella dough come get it
When you hide the horse come wit it
We’ll drop it low then spit it
The bring it back up, make it clap yup
She bent and I just hit it
Ho get off my fitted
Polo horse I’m Jiggy
You ain’t got to ask if she did me
Of course she did I’m witty
I’m a proud anchor of my city
That 2Pac and that Biggie
My jewels pop wit that pretty
And I’m Shoeboxin that kitty
Dog I’m too hot to fuck wit me
I’ll chamber you, I’m Flamable, Untamable

incomplete.

Akon - Salute 100 Ya'll Ft. Fabolous, Money J Lyrics

Akon - Salute 100 Ya'll Ft. Fabolous, Money J Lyrics:

100 if you’re real, y'all
this for my squad, my hood, my street, my city
my real niggas all across the world, fuck with me yeah
salute salute 100 y'all
salute salute 100 y'all
my young niggas, to the old g’s
never said a word to the police
100 if you’re real, y'all
i said 100 if you’re real, y'all

i’m 100, go in, let’s speak on it
church nigga, i preach on it
up in and got bleach on it
same nigga i start with
up the good and ain’t toped it
same niggas that i comes with
drip sting and they heartless
and while you’re playin’ ball try to g up
i’m with tyger woods, playin’ golf tryna t up
find me at the crib with my feet up
my niggas on the block, off the corners swimmin’ we up
it’s for the hood and everybody in make it
it’s paper out back, if you don’t want it i’ll take it
yea, if you don’t want it i’ll take it
paper in the hood, if you don’t want it i’ll take it

for my squad, my hood, my street, my city
my real niggas all across the world, fuck with me yeah
salute salute 100 y'all
salute salute 100 y'all
my young niggas, to the old g’s
never said a word to the police
100 if you’re real, y'all
i said 100 if you’re real, y'all

i’ve been there and i done that and i still pop my guns
my louie blue and my ride blue and i’m always one hun
my top down and my lokes on, any block that i post on
go and get my west coast on
louie dope but my toast on
bitch came and put my folks on
guess what. clubbin’
every time i hit the city they screamin’ out we love ‘im
all the real niggas who love real niggas
not a hate bone in my body
in every state that i touchdown, real niggas they got me
it’s all in my talk, it’s all in my walk
it’s in me, not on me
it’s something that can’t be taught
i’m a real nigga that do real shit
kill’t niggas i didn’t kill’t with
you talk about it then be about it
half of y’all ain’t built for this

this for my squad, my hood, my street, my city
my real niggas all across the world, fuck with me yeah
salute salute 100 y'all
salute salute 100 y'all
my young niggas (young niggas), to the old g’s (old g’s)
never said a word to the police (never)
100 if you’re real, y'all (100)
i said 100 if you’re real, y'all

start salutin’
your director’s here, start the movie
i yell action, it’s young niggas that start the shootin’
i had a dream that i’ll be rich, call me martin lutty
cuz bein’ broke was immature were the bunkers houston
for the top dog wants was the underdog
somethin’ shinin’ where they came from beat it on the folk
100 dawg, you can’t stomach those
100 bottles last night, now they come to blogs
1 nation under god, now here come the feds
raid ‘em choppers, ray down, they should come with beds
you ain’t with a real nigga then who are you with?
he ridin’ with a fake nigga, see how far you get

this for my squad, my hood, my street, my city
my real niggas all across the world, fuck with me yeah
salute salute 100 y'all
salute salute 100 y'all
my young niggas, to the old g’s
never said a word to the police
100 if you’re real, y'all
i said 100 if you’re real, y'all

Ryan Leslie - Beautiful Lie (Remix) Ft. Fabolous Lyrics

Ryan Leslie - Beautiful Lie (Remix) Ft. Fabolous Lyrics:

[fabolous]
i just tell 'em what they wanna hear
soon as you don't give a fuck is when they wanna care
say the truth is overrated like underwear
and if the shoe fits, they want a pair
yeah, i tell you something that you don't know
cause if you don't water plants, then they won't grow
i drop jewels, she pick them up and kick them up
legs in the air and give it to me, sick them up
tell me it's mine, tell me it's mine
think it's ... in the world, like yeah baby i'm fine
yeah maybe i'm lying, but i am fly
say you see me in some...that's some god damn lie
ah, louie v... if i call name, game time, uniform no ball game
beautiful lies which is good as they sound
truth to those in the box cause they couldn't be round

[chorus]
and if you’re feelin how i’m feelin put your hands to the sky
‘cause we only gon’ get this moment one chance in our lives
and we all wanna believe in a beautiful lie
a beautiful lie

mind passion the reason for my existence
my success, the product of my persistence
self made, we do it with no assistance
luxury sweet views through these... lenses
yeah, and we started in the nose bleeds
now my feet upon the wood and my own seats
ah, and it's ... versus knicks, see my homie ... drop 36
yeah, and i'm feeling really good now
and we doing the way we should now
... killer we in the studio, ...
rocking it, rocking, hey,
we rocking it, rocking it, hey

[chorus]
and if you’re feelin how i’m feelin put your hands to the sky
‘cause we only gon’ get this moment one chance in our lives
and we all wanna believe in a beautiful lie
a beautiful lie

[ryan leslie]
yeah, you gotta love paris!
shorty fine i see a future in her face
i said i’m at the le meurice
she looked at me & said “after-party, your place”

wow – now that’s a five star evenin'
let’s hit the suite for some 5 star treatment
lights off, music on, heavy breathin’
round three, man, i’m over achievin’

and she lovin’ the way i’m winnin, hey
i’m caked up wit mo’ checks i’m getting paid
we wake up it’s mo’ sex & minute maid
that’s the rockstar life – i live it, baby

ain’t no tellin where i’ma go, man
carefree livin’ lovin’ every moment
i leave the buildin tip a hundred to my doorman
now i’m in the gullwing pedal to the floor, man, ugh

[chorus]
and if you’re feelin how i’m feelin put your hands to the sky
‘cause we only gon’ get this moment one chance in our lives
and we all wanna believe in a beautiful lie
a beautiful lie.

Fabolous - Lord Knows Lyrics

Fabolous - Lord Knows Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
Your worst nightmare be this verse right here
But good, that’s what you niggas get for sleeping on me
I put your favorite rapper in a hearse right there
And I bet his weeping homies won’t do shit but call them peoples on me
Hard to keep it real when everybody keep it phony
I’mma keep it Sosa while these niggas keep it Tony
You gotta watch the picture that you painting with your verses
We go in niggas’ mouths, I don’t know bout bitches’ purses
And what’s up with this, “I’m just sayin’” shit?
Fuck asked you? You shouldn’t be saying shit
Problem is, assholes always saying shit
But money talks – you ain’t got it, then you shouldn’t be saying shit
Like Plaxi-ho, oops, I mean Plaxico
Talking bout we get ‘em robbed -shut the fuck up, Cheddar Bob
You know the story, nigga come home, set it sob
Gonna be a hater cause he can’t find a better job
Nigga at home, feeling like he out of town
Nigga on the field, feeling like he out of bounds
Welcome to my city, emphasis on my city
That just my opinion, but who really fucking with me, huh?
Why give a fuck it makes no sense to give
That Ray J shit got me so sensitive
Big bad wolf dressed in a granny disguise
Bitch nigga, I see through your tranny disguise
Your jeans sagging too low, or your panties too high
You can’t touch me, you waiting for your mani to dry
And you don’t want them niggas in your house though
Trying to see if you got indo’/outdo’
I ain’t one to put no info out, yo
You start shit, I end shit — intro/outro
You under the influence, I’m over the bullshit
You on a empty tank, I got a full clip
You got the drool dripping from the wolves’ lips
Don’t have that man talking bout you from the pulpit
Blahsay blah, blahsay blah
Yeah, death comes in threes like menage a trois
Mase-Qua, that’s the four-door ‘rati
My Aston Martin, made that a four-door body
Double pipes, that’s my four-door shotty
Sitting but I’m shitting, that’s my four-door potty
Ain’t too many ride like me, literally
This what separates the majors from the little league
Little me, just trying to be the bigger person
Dr. Bruce Banner, but the nigga version
And you don’t want to see me angry
You won’t like it when I’m angry
My condolences from the boss
All I could say, sorry for your loss

Fabolous - Unfuckwitable Ft Red Cafe Lyrics

Fabolous - Unfuckwitable Ft Red Cafe Lyrics:

[hook:]

[red cafe]
all the b!tches say, “i’m unf-ckwitable”
the real niggas say, “i’m unf-ckwitable”
[fabolous]
twenty-four seven, three sixty five
how the game dead when i’m still alive?
[red cafe]
live b!tches say, “i’m unfuckwitable”
real niggas say, “i’m unf-ckwitable”
[fabolous]
twenty-four seven, three sixty five
how the game dead when i’m still alive?
[verse 1: red cafe]
hold up, i’m hotter than a fugitive
america’s most wanted, that swag lucrative
unf-ckwitable, slanging that mineral
talking that g talk, living like a general
ten bottles in the club sound like the minimal
my niggas them killas for real, i’m talking federal
it’s f-ck you, it’s f-ck you, never no subliminal
stacking ones every day, active criminal
me and twenty million cash look identical
if you broke and you in the streets, you suckers pitiful
hoes say they love a nigga after they f-ck a nigga
but i ain’t looking for love, that’s for s-cker niggas
let him be your man, i’ll gladly be the other nigga
cuddle with dog all winter, i’m your summer nigga
hustle from sunup, hustle til the sun down
bullshit aside, i’m the realest killer in town
most the niggas in the streets, they know how i get down
bad b!tch riding shotty when the top let down
look, as a young boy i used to have hoop dreams
now i’m like shaq, i still got hoop dreams
[hook:]
[red cafe]
all the b!tches say, “i’m unf-ckwitable”
the real niggas say, “i’m unf-ckwitable”
[fabolous]
twenty-four seven, three sixty five
how the game dead when i’m still alive?
[red cafe]
live b!tches say, “i’m unfuckwitable”
real niggas say, “i’m unf-ckwitable”
[fabolous]
twenty-four seven, three sixty five
how the game dead when i’m still alive?
[verse 2: fabolous]
i ain’t feeling niggas, i ain’t that sentimental
i got no words for ‘em, let’s just keep it instrumental
i put it down where i stay, word to incidentals
and guess who opened the door you niggas entered in through?
y’all would never measure up using my ruler
you’re more soft than a second-year high schooler
my nigga hov told me finish my breakfast
and now i’m looking at you niggas like breakfast
french toast, turkey bacon
shit’s in bad shape, too many squares circulating
money talks and y’all voices are unheard
when they ask about us, one word
unf-ckwitable, we be in the town too
that’s why them boys call us the not-f-cking-around crew
brooklyn keep on taking it, known to get our divo on
when you touch down, bow down, get your tebow on
you won’t say it in the street, don’t say it in your tweets
you won’t say it when we meet, don’t say it on them beats
real nigga shit, rns
last night was a movie, starring us
[hook:]
[red cafe]
all the b!tches say, “i’m unf-ckwitable”
the real niggas say, “i’m unf-ckwitable”
[fabolous]
twenty-four seven, three sixty five
how the game dead when i’m still alive?
[red cafe]
live b!tches say, “i’m unfuckwitable”
real niggas say, “i’m unf-ckwitable”
[fabolous]
twenty-four seven, three sixty five
how the game dead when i’m still alive?

Fabolous - B.E.T. Ft. Jadakiss & Styles P Lyrics

Fabolous - B.E.T. Ft. Jadakiss & Styles P Lyrics:

[verse 1: jadakiss]
chrome thing on me, chrome on the lotus
i don't trust a motherfucking soul, and you know this
cause all these niggas be having is ulterior motives
it be the ones closest to you that hit you the lowest
that's why you gotta watch niggas like b.e.t
little stupid niggas, they ain't got their g.e.d
but they'll do anything for a fee
and damn near anything for a ki
yeah, so i keep em in my rearview
you acting like you ready to die

[styles p]
be prepared to

[jadakiss]
they gonna think you had a deal with nike, i'm air you
coming through, knocking that black rob

[styles p]
i dare you, yeah

[jadakiss]
i'll send flowers to your wake

[styles p]
i'll park a hundred and six bullets in your face

[jadakiss]
i got a bunch of roxies and frees with me
i even gotta watch the niggas that be with me

[hook: fabolous]
gotta watch niggas, b.e.t
you gotta watch niggas, b.e.t
friends at a distance, enemies close
sometimes the ones you call friends be who envy the most

[verse 2: fabolous]
you gotta watch niggas, b.e.t
you keep your gun every day, i got my g.e.d
everything's believable, anything's possible
don't take it from me, ask the niggas in the hospital
you holding up your right hand on the stand
and then you put your right hand in the can
friends like that, who needs enemies?
i'm fucking successful, it do breed enemies
talking all that fly shit lead to gunplay
tear your ass apart, rip the runway
i ain't with none of the sucker shit that they be with
want you to pick em up all the time, that's baby shit
that's why when i breeze past, i'm with a broad
that reminds you of free's ass at the awards
my advice? get your money, don't let it change you
and don't trust shit -- even the devil was an angel

Fabolous - She Did It Lyrics

Fabolous - She Did It Lyrics:

now i don’t jerk off in public, but i been out doing my self
undisputed swag champ, that big h be my belt (x3)

fresh pair of them jordan 3′s
all black givenci
that snapback with that snake skin, you niggas gotta see don’t c
muthaf-cka we rollin
some brown skin girls, n some beyonces
ball like this, you gon’ see
the kind of hate, lebron see
pop a band, throw a bill up, them strippers call me chauncey
look so cool, in my leather jacket, they should be callin’ me fonzi
but i ain’t got my collar up, i just got my dollars up
big fish see little fish, and you little niggas get swallowed up
shouldn’t of been in this shark tank, ain’t my fault if i eat them
why would i wanna join them, when i always knew i could beat them
keep a foot on they neck, fresh pair of them weak timb’s
ain’t no love in hip hop, but still let you eat ‘em
came for the competition, but there wasn’t much around
i let you kiss the ring but you’ll never touch the crown

swag champ i got the belt
swag champ i got the belt
when its done come talk to me
you’ll see i got the b
b is for them big boys with the grown money
and bad b!tches who ain’t got to spend their own money

i said
swag champ i got the belt
swag champ i got the belt
when its done come talk to me
you’ll see i got the b
b is for them big boys with the grown money
and bad b!tches who ain’t got to spend their own money

now i ain’t come here to be playin’, showtime expect me out
that hotel, that newest shit, ya i see em tryna check me out
that new chain just came in, guess what, my neck be out
funny i be going in, everytime they let me out
ran thru that louie store, once i blow that, check me out
threw me 2 tees, felt like they was tryna take me out
no discrimination, i will still sweat your sexy out
like ‘em with that keisha ass, but gotta have that becky mouth
rep my town but i’m hardly here
gotta go in when i party here
drinks so strong, i can barely lift em
weed so loud, i could hardly hear
love the way that track suit, lay on those shell toes
money talks, you ain’t got it, convo, hell no
stick to being you boy, stay on yo, velcro
hate to see ya’ll been backwards, rondo, elbow
came for the competition but there wasn’t much around
i let you kiss the ring, but you’ll never touch the crown

swag champ i got the belt
swag champ i got the belt
when its done come talk to me
you’ll see i got the b
b is for them big boys with the grown money
and bad b!tches who ain’t got to spend their own money

i said
swag champ i got the belt
swag champ i got the belt
when its done come talk to me
you’ll see i got the b
b is for them big boys with the grown money
and bad b!tches who ain’t got to spend their own money

Fabolous - Spend It ft. Trey Songz Lyrics

Fabolous - Spend It ft. Trey Songz Lyrics:

I'm ridin round and I'm gettin it
I'm ridin round and I'm gettin it
I'm ridin round and I'm gettin it
It's mine, I spend it
It's mine, I spend it
It's mine, I spend it
It's mine, I spend it
I'm ridin round and I'm gettin it
It's mine, I spend it
It's mine, I spend it
It's mine, I spend it

I'm smokin on exotic, she petrify the stomach
When we have sex she felt it on the stomach
Throw that money up, she make the money vomit
And when I'm with the school btch money was the subject

I'm ridin round and I'm gettin it
I'm ridin round and I'm gettin it
I'm ridin round and I'm gettin it
It's mine, I spend it
I'm ridin round and I'm gettin it
I'm ridin round and I'm gettin it
I'm ridin round and I'm gettin it
It's mine, I spend it

It's mine, I spend it
It's mine, I spend it
It's mine, I spend it
I'm ridin round and I'm gettin it
It's mine, I spend it
It's mine, I spend it
It's mine, I spend it

[Fabolous]
I'm ridin round to my city enforcers on my city
This bullsht ain't gon carry on
No none of that sht fly with me
Yeah I'm back with my guy with me
Death boy and Trigga Trey
We ridin round we gettin it
Maybe I stay out them nggas way
Just like the late digga's say
More money, more problems
Matter fact I'd rather that to have no money be no problems
If hustle plus no muscle equals success then it's no problem
Think I care if you fck with me
No sir that's a hoe problem
We be on the loud sht
We be smokin that ....
Over here is going down, over there ain't no ....
I'm so fly I need a coat pallette
Need a ride with low ....
And all my girls they hollin on the back no wallet

I'm ridin round and I'm gettin it
I'm ridin round and I'm gettin it
I'm ridin round and I'm gettin it
It's mine, I spend it
I'm ridin round and I'm gettin it
I'm ridin round and I'm gettin it
I'm ridin round and I'm gettin it
It's mine, I spend it

It's mine, I spend it
It's mine, I spend it
It's mine, I spend it
I'm ridin round and I'm gettin it
It's mine, I spend it
It's mine, I spend it
It's mine, I spend it

[Trey Songz]
I'm ridin round windows up
Young peace town can't wait to fck
Another one in the back can relate to her
Got tittes big and a ....
My nggas got em pistols I'll never catch no case bra
Life is like a strip club and I always got my paper up
Swears like a ngga can make it up
Fame for the kk beggin up
Stop it watch it flock it scrap it
Nggas know I got it
Knowledge where she drop after that I take a shopping
Btch nggas we talkin we just call it pssy poppin
Triggas home, way go to, I bet on what you ain't know hoe
Snatch the doze up on that photo
Make that girl tattoed my logo
She go below the belt cha that's a low blow
Made her say ah and I ain't talkin coco loso

I'm ridin round and I'm gettin it
I'm ridin round and I'm gettin it
I'm ridin round and I'm gettin it
It's mine, I spend it
I'm ridin round and I'm gettin it
I'm ridin round and I'm gettin it
I'm ridin round and I'm gettin it
It's mine, I spend it

It's mine, I spend it
It's mine, I spend it
It's mine, I spend it
I'm ridin round and I'm gettin it
It's mine, I spend it
It's mine, I spend it
It's mine, I spend it

Fabolous - Swag Champ Lyrics

Fabolous - Swag Champ Lyrics:

Now I dont jerk off in public, but I been out doin my self
Undisputed swag champ, that big h be my belt (x3)

Fresh pair of them jordan 3′s
All black Givenci
That snapback wid dat snake skin, you niggas gotta see Don C
Muthafucka we rollin
Some brown skin girls, n some Beyonces
Ball like this, you gon see
The kind of hate, Lebron see
Pop a band, throw a bill up, them strippers call me Chauncey
Look so cool, in my leather jacket, they should be callin me Fonzi
But I aint got my collar up, I just got my dollars up
Big fish see little fish, n you little niggas get swallowed up
Shouldnt of been in this shark tank, aint my fault if I eat them
Why would I wanna join them, when I always knew I could beat them
Keep a foot on they neck, fresh pair of them weak Timb’s
Aint no love in hip hop, but still let you eat ‘em
Came for the competition, but there wasnt much around
I let youu kiss the ring but you’ll never touch the crown

Swag champ I got the belt
Swag champ I got the belt
When its done come talk to me
You’ll see I got the B
B is for them big boys wid da grown money
And bad bitches who aint got to spend their own money

I said
Swag champ I got the belt
Swag champ I got the belt
When its done come talk to me
Youll see I got the B
B is for them big boys wid da grown money
And bad bitches who aint got to spend their own money

Now I aint come here to be playing, showtime expect me out
That hotel, that newest shit, ya I see em tryna check me out
That new chain just came in, guess what, my neck be out
Funny I be going innnn, everytime they let me out
Ran thru that Louie store, once I blow that, check me out
Threw me 2 tees, felt like they was tryna take me out
No discrimination, I will still sweat your sexy out
Like ‘em wid dat Keisha ass, but gotta have that Becky mouth
Rep my town but I’m hardly here
Gotta go in when I party here
Drinks so strong, I can barely lift em
Weed so loud, I could hardly hear
Love the way that track suit, lay on those shell toes
Money talks, you aint got it, convo, hell noo
Stick to bein’ you boy, stay on yo, Velcro
Hate to see yall been backwards, rondo, elbow
Came for the competition but there wasnt much around
I let u kiss the ring, but you’ll never touch the crown

Swag champ I got the belt
Swag champ I got the belt
When its done come talk to me
You’ll see I got the b
B is for them big boys wid da grown money
And bad bitches who aint got to spend their own money

I said
Swag champ I got the belt
Swag champ I got the belt
When its done come talk to me
Youll see I got the B
B is for them big boys wid da grown money
And bad bitches who aint got to spend their own money