Verse 1:
Rollin'
Gold two-seater
Stash in the dash
Hold two heaters
Put holes through beaters
Ghetto Fab stroll through Cheetah's
Ballin'
Brooklyn Don
Addicted to Cris', hooked on Dom
15 G's
Hookers on
Ma, I wanna see how you look in thongs
Hustlin' guys that send Po's
'Cause I chop rocks the size of Mentos
Blame me, I tried to hint those
Look at the hurt in your eyes, it squint close
Pimpin', here's a new way to flirt
Listen to the two-way alert
It goes...
Lets go VIP boo raise your skirt
Chorus:
Holla back young'n, whoo-whoo!
Holla back, whoo-whoo!
(4 times)
Verse 2:
I'm Gangsta
Ya'll just wannabees
Federal Agents on their P's
30 grand, 28 on the kis
Got a good lawyer, I'm gonna squeeze
Thuggin'
Jeans and Tim's
Fitted to the front, lean the brim
Ride but never on ten-inch rims
And I keep a chick face between limbs
Stylin'
Ya'll heard about my kick game
I'm on the parkway
You see me at the Knick game
Probably seen this tatted on your chick frame
F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S
Ridin'
Ya'll know as well I do
That's the way you can tell I flew
So, I got a deal
I sell pies, too
'Cause before I hit the pens I'm gettin' bailed by Clue
Chorus
Verse 3:
Cruisin'
Top on Mercedes low
Turn us up when you hear this on the radio
Blastin' wit the nineteen eighty flow
Make the necks on the ladies go...
Holla, that's what a pretty thug will do
Hit Branson, get a fifty jug or two
Ya'll throwin' on them gritty mugs for who?
Like ya'll don't know what fifty slugs will do
Hatin'
I just bought the uz'
I put ya'll in them front page articles
I got 'em lookin' at the Billboard Chart confused
And I still freestyle to start the Clue's
Reppin'
I'm that kid about the dough
I done copped coke and started droughts before
Shit Platinum out the door
Now I drop the top down just to shout to hoes
Chorus
Whoo-whoo! (3 times)
Whoo-whoo!