Fabolous

[fox69]

"Suicide"

"Suicide"


[Intro]
Feels good to be back, feels damn good
("BROOKLYN!!!") ("Gangsta Grillz you BASTARDS")
(See don't consider these niggaz your friends) Uhh
(I mean might not even wanna call 'em associates)
(I heard y'all that thought we were down)
{"Gangsta, gangsta..."} (It's like Drama said)
(You're supposed to do it the right way!)
(What is the right way NIGGA?!)
(Oh I didn't help the game out? Okay)
(Kill yourself! Out)

Suicide it's a suicde
How you want it, in the abdomen or back?
Cause enemies poke you from the front, friends stab you in the back
The same niggaz be tryin to collab you on the track (what they do?)
They turn right around and try to crab you on the smack
But through the ups and downs I jus try to stay level headed (I'm cool)
I hear a lot of bullshit but I never sweat it
Cause when you ask 'em bout it, they gon' say they never said it
They know if it's beef I let the mac-11 dead it
And wen I spit you could dig it like a shovel said it
You couldn't hear a hotter flow if the devil said it
I walk by 'em and wink
I don't feel T-Pain cause I never had to "Buy Em a Drink" (not me)
Double shot of 'Loso baby I am the drink
Tell em lay down on the couch baby I am the shrink
Oh yeah, I bring ya lady home, but I got the 80 chromed
Niggaz go Tom Cruise crazy for the Katie Holmes
I know niggaz livin in the feds
Some say don't look down unless she givin you some head
I'm driven by the bread (yes) my push is the paper (yes)
I roll up like kush in the paper
I gotta be Kobe, you never see niggaz like Smush in the paper
Unless he got pushed in the paper
So my niggaz be on some bullshit, I call 'em the heat sweepers
They ride around with the street sweepers
They murk you at the Grammys, but to kill you in the street's cheaper
Either way you six feet deeper
It's 'Loso a/k/a the 1 Trump Plaza suite creeper
King size, Double G gucci sheet sweeper ("Gangsta, gangsta...")
The kid blow shots, catch me and the kid robot
5 in the jersey, cause the kid so hot
Yeah similar to Jason, you point at the guard
You must got an appointment with God
A meetin with Allah, or maybe a hot date with Satan
Niggaz is food, I got hot plates for hatin
So whne they bring the name up, they gon' say I came up
That shit alone be burnin these fuckin lames up
Come through in a Bentley, just to turn the flames up
So you wanna take a shot, nigga best to aim up (aim up next time)
'Loso top shelf, Nigga I'm the betta liquor
Ain't goin nowhere for a while, you could get a Snicker
I fuck her quick, get her quicker
Ma momma said keep your tongue in ya mouth unless you a letter licker
I'm gettin money bitch, but I ain't a cheddar tricker
Got the Texas toast meanin that my bread is thicker
As a youngin I was too cool to sweat a whore
Now I'm fuckin pretty bitches with them good credit scores
Nigga with mental loss, can't forget I been a boss
Tryin me is like bungee'n with dental floss... fucker!

[Outro]
I mean this is what we do
This is what we do over here y'know? All the time
Y'knahmean? Street Fam
Di-di-di-di-boys, stutter gang
Street di-di-di-damn!
Whatever you wanna call us nigga
Just don't call us broke - nah don't do that
That wouldn't be inappropriate, y'knahmean?
Anything that would be uncivilized
Brooklyn what it look like?
You gon' look back, look at how good I'm lookin
(Oh yeah) I told y'all I was comin this year man
I gave y'all the forecast, y'knahmean?
I like predicted the tsunami was comin
before the water hit, y'know?
Look on your Chinese calendar, the year of the 'Loso
Hahahaha, let's get out of here 'Los

 

[fox69]

"Summertime Sadness"
(feat. Dave East)

"Summertime Sadness"
(feat. Dave East)



[Lana Del Rey:]
Kiss me hard before you go
Summertime sadness
I just wanted you to know
That baby you're the best

[Fabolous:]
Nothing more stressful than burying your best bull
Feeling empty make you keep that Smith and Wes full
I realized that it's more snakes and less wolves
So me and my Tre-pound like KD and Westbrook
We just tryna get up out that cesspool
We just tryna eat, not up in no mess hall
My old head that used to rob, dropped the best jewels
He said, "Your failure's gonna teach you to be successful"
I'm rocking carrots but I never ate my vegetables
I'm playing festivals, I used to play the vestibules
Stunting every day, my schedule was flexible
VIP sectionals, grabbing on my testicles
Got an extra full clip for that extra bull shit
Nigga you gotta give us some answers, you're doing questionable shit
Your old lady showed me good times on some Esther Rolle shit
We live in a cold world, I'm on my eskimo shit
It's sad

[Lana Del Rey:]
Kiss me hard before you go
Summertime sadness
Baby you're the best
I got that summertime, summertime sadness
S-s-summertime, summertime sadness
Got that summertime, summertime sadness

[Dave East:]
I was born in the summer
Malik died in the summer
It get live in the summer
Head to Brooklyn, I'm knocking this Bobby Shmurda in my G-Stars
Free my GS9 niggas, throw Rowdy on and breeze off
Since a rookie shooting like Ray Allen in that 3-4
When he was a Milwaukee Buck
Not whispering, I'm talking up, look
I can't be worried about ISIS, my life is trifling
Affording dollar slices, just praying they don't indight us
Keeping both my fists raised up, I'm like the fighting Irish
Had molly sales at Notre Dame, when ain't nobody know my name
Remember giving cane out, remember all the misses giving brain out
Remember when Fab was spelling his name out
Before I bought the foreigns, took the train route
When Cam had that pink Range out
It was Reggie, wasn't no paint out
Vegas nights, sky dweller Rollie look like a Vegas light
Was tryna pitch an eighth of white
Just to go eat some steak and rice
I know you hate this life, jeweler acting nervous tryna break the ice
I love red bottoms but really hate the spikes
It's sad

[Lana Del Rey:]
Kiss me hard before you go
Summertime sadness
Baby you're the best
I got that summertime, summertime sadness
S-s-summertime, summertime sadness
Got that summertime, summertime sadness
Oh-oh-oh

Kiss me hard before you go
Summertime sadness
I just wanted you to know
That baby you're the best
I got my red dress on tonight
Dancing in the dark in the pale moonlight
Got my hair up real big beauty queen style...

 

[fox69]

"Swag Champ"

"Swag Champ"


Now I don't 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 ain't got my collar up, I just got my dollars up
Big fish see little fish, n 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 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 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 wid da grown money
And bad bitches who ain't got to spend their own money

Now I ain't 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 ain't 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 wasn't 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 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 wid da grown money
And bad bitches who ain't got to spend their own money

 

[fox69]

"Take It Easy Freestyle"

"Take It Easy Freestyle"


Take it easy for real bro
[Evil laughing]
Take it easy for real bro, (Yeah)
Take it easy for real bro, (DJ CLUE)
(That boy Fabolous)
They said why I'm going so hard? What I'm s'posed to take it easy?

I said too many swag raps and not enough rhymes
Too many watches and not enough time
But today I got time cuz' goodnight to you lames
I'm just over you niggas' Suge Knight in the Range
Might take a few shots I should write in a range
Cause I'm trying to get the paper used to write in my aim
And that make you a target, I will make you a carpet
Have the wolves on you again, make you a Garnett
Niggas' trying to eat don't have me make you the market
Bitches want it now fuck that take you tomorrow shit
Shorty he ain't coppin' he couldn't take you to Target
Get your roll on I take you under the arm pit
Take you to the star shit he just take you to Starlets
Never let a stock boy take you off of the market
Your bitch borin' like her first name is Margaret
My bitch foreign like her last name is Vargas
And shorty miss me I been grinding all week really
Came home to a Minaj like Meek Milly
She call me hit and run I'm like freak really?
I made two hundred all star week silly
Made enough dough to make biscuits for the whole block
I don't spend time I hit the district for a gold watch
My lil' homie, his biscuit is a old Glock
He catch a square and put the Triscuit in a gold box
So take it easy, I told you niggas', giving passes ain't easy
I'm ruthless like EZ, want beef? I'm like Ruth's Chris that's easy
Take your top off make you roofless that easy
Desert Eagle nickname D-easy, bullets pass Romo to D-easy (What up Dez?) Bryant
In New York I'm a Giant, I'm like Victor Cruz with chicks to choose
Met a chick at Sue's her dress fit so well, best catch you done seen since Odell
Niggas' like ex's probably say I'm not shit, if you ain't got haters you probably ain't got shit
Love me in L.A. on some Hollywood Pac shit
Love me in The A up in Follies I'm the hot shit
Love MIA twenty mamis in the spot shit
Love me in my city don't try me with the THOT shit
I'm on some rapper run up probably get shot shit
Star on the ground Hollywood block shit
I got the check and the stripes word to Yeezy
So easy, you niggas' gotta' take it easy

[Girl singing:]
Gotta' take it easy, whaaaaat
Gotta' take it easy, whaaaaat
Gotta' take it easy, whaaaaat
Gotta' take it easy, whaaaaat

[DJ Clue:]
DESERT STORM!!

[Faboulous talking:]
You niggas' gotta' take it easy bro, you looking crazy out here family
Like what are you doing bro? For these hoes?
She...was...running...through....these...dicks...like....a...ho!
You know how that shit go, you know how that shit go. Ha ha ha. Yea
Take it easy for real bro

[DJ Clue:]
[giving shoutouts]

 

[fox69]

"Take You Home"
(feat. Lil' Mo)

"Take You Home"
(feat. Lil' Mo)



Yeah, F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S
C'mon, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh
Ugh, ladies, ugh, yeah, feel me, I know, uh-huh, c'mon, uh
(If I take you home, will you still be my thug baby)

You gotta love the way this playa be minglin'
If you don't tell yo man mama, I ain't sayin' a thing and
That nigga got you used to the H.N.O. Kingsten
I'm fuckin' limbos, lay on the wingfin
By the way I be blingin', the pay that I bring in
Mind spendin' a day with the kingpin?
Answer yo cell, all day it be ringin'
Tell that nigga, we on our way out to England
Them hips and tips, the way they be swingin'
The way the be jinglin', letz stay 'til the spring and
Know I thugged you out, the way that you drinkin'
And don't be scared cabby, the Yay I be slingin'
Ma, I'm where you wanna be
If not, we can hop in a lid and fly where you wanna be
Yea, you want a G
The type that ryde with them cameraz, instead of the rearviews on the V
I know

[Chorus 2x - Lil' Mo:]
I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be my thug baby
Because I need one tonight

You just gotta stay patient boo
I'ma make sure to take you, where eva you dream a vacation to
You can push the grey station thru
I'ma sit in the passanger, and rock Playstation 2
How da hell you have been tweakin' out?
How you been sneakin' out, spent weekends out
You should be tired of trainin' dat mut
You probably be fakin' like you came, and you ain't even nut
Miss I'll pipe you 'til you get a pain in yo gut
The kid'll be responsible, for changin' yo strut
Wherever you hurt, I'ma rub it down
I be ready to smack it up, flip it, in public now
I know how to get you hot, I know how to hit yo spot
If I take you home
I know how to keep you stylin', I know how to keep you smilin'
If I take you home
Let's go

[Chorus 2x]

I think it's just the ladies smiley
I'm in love with my red 6, and got a crush on a navy Caddy
I like'em deepcut, bust, with crazy fatties
They be wishin' I was just, they baby daddy
I'm the one that make it real easy
For you to just drop'em like he hot, like he Lil' Weezy
I ain't gon' never make you feel sleazy
And I'ma put the roof up on the drop if it feel breezy
I love the way you smirk and giggle, jerk and wiggle
Throw yo legz up, while I work the middle
Already told me how you strictly be witt'em
Now I'ma show you so much cash, that you'll quickly forget'em
I'm young, but know, I'll have you in a bungalow
Fillin' yo stomach wit Cris, yo lungz with dro
I'll have you sprung fa'sho
It ain't gon be no limit where yo tongue'll go
Ya heard me?

[Chorus 2x]

 

[fox69]

"Tell Ya Friends"
(feat. The Weeknd)

"Tell Ya Friends"
(feat. The Weeknd)



[Fabolous:]
You know them hoes don't want to see you happy baby
Make sure you tell em every detail
Make sure you CC em on that email
Talk how that Mercedes gettin' detailed
Mention that new C.C. back at retail
Them hoes be jel, never wish me well
Told my lady that I'm leggin' bitches like I'm Miguel
Big mouth bitch we just call her Gmail
You know everybody had her Gmail
My nigga Craig said, "Debow, that's a female"
I say she fuckin like a nigga, that's a She-Male
Every crew have a Shady one just like D12
All she ride is dick, you riding that V12
In that S6, talking on a 6S
Not no gossip just making moves at success
These bitches flexin' on a baller alert
Guess they don't know, that's a bitch who need baller allure
Gossip just a broke people sport (Oh you ain't know)
Deep pockets, even deeper thoughts
Snakes in the grass, keep it short
Free Wi-Fi and it's cheap to talk, so go

[The Weeknd:]
Go tell your friends about it (About it)
Go tell your friends about it (About it)
Go tell 'em what you know, what you seen
How I roll, how I be on the low
Go tell your friends about it (About it)
Go tell your friends about it
I'm that nigga with the hair
Singin' 'bout poppin' pills, fuckin' bitches, livin' life so trill

[Fabolous:]
She don't want the key to your heart
She want the key to your whip
If she had the key to your heart, she'll prolly key up your whip
I'm tellin' her, egos trip but the humble doesn't stumble baby
You feelin' yo'self, I'm the one that numb you baby
I seen it come together and I seen it crumble baby
Let them keep score, we just do our numbers baby
Everybody talkin', I feel like a trending topic
Hashtag, I bet your mouth bigger than your pocket
I got you and your bag, new Céline
Got you young fly, fuck what you mean
Let them groupies chat in the group chat
Niggas tryna shoot they shot but don't know where the hoops at
Bitch you know I'm ballin', if you smart, you would recruit that
Niggas catchin' plagues, ask me where the alley-oops at
Man you know this game is vicious
All they want is fame and riches
Wifin' up the lamest bitches and they tellin' same as snitches
So...

[The Weeknd:]
Go tell your friends about it (About it)
Go tell your friends about it (About it)
Go tell 'em what you know, what you seen
How I roll, how I be on the low
Go tell your friends about it (About it)
Go tell your friends about it
I'm that nigga with the hair
Singin' 'bout poppin' pills, fuckin' bitches, livin' life so trill

Listen, me and my bitches are like sisters
So of course we gonna give our opinion on everything[?] who granted
I'm never the type of female the call my bitches haters
If they give they opinion on my relationship
If my relationship is fucked up, but bitch
If I tell you I'm happy my relationship
If I tell you I'm happy with my nigga
Just be happy that I'm happy
Bitch, I ain't gotta lie to you, I'm grown
And they always wanna bring up what ya nigga did in the past
Okay cool, you was a hoe in past, bitch, I still got you

My cousin said I made it big and it's unusual
She tried to take a selfie at my Grandma's funeral
Used to roam on Queen, now I sing Queen street anthems
Used to hate attention, now I pull up in that wagon
And I was broken, I was broken, I was so broke
I used to roam around the town when I was homeless
Me and Lamar would rob a nigga for his Jordans
And flip it just to get these hoes another nose fix
Now we get faded when we want, girl, we got choices
Lay them on the fuckin' table, we got choices
And if they wanna fuck my niggas, they got choices
They told me not to fall in love, that shit is pointless
Yeah, that shit is pointless
They told me not to fall in love, that shit is pointless
Yeah, that shit is pointless
They told me not to fall in love, that shit is pointless

Go tell your friends about it (About it)
Go tell your friends about it (About it)
Go tell 'em what you know, what you seen
How I roll, how I be on the low
Go tell your friends about it (About it)
Go tell your friends about it
I'm that nigga with the hair
Singin' 'bout poppin' pills, fuckin' bitches, livin' life so trill

Round 1, fight
Hadoken
This nigga, get this nigga, let's go, shit
Huhh you always playin' this damn video game
Look man, this video game classic man, you ain't even know
Ya phone is ringing, it's your ex, you gonna answer it?
You answer it
Aight, hello

 

[fox69]

"That's Not Love"
(feat. Lil Wayne)

"That's Not Love"
(feat. Lil Wayne)



[Hook]
That’s not love
That’s not love
That’s not love

[Lil Wayne - Verse 1]
Snakes in the grass, so I stay on the pavement
Survived the battle with animals and cavemen
And dead animals and dead men
I’m all in and my only friend is Amen
Keep your mouth closed, you wanna know why you die
The answer’s right under your nose
Exposed to the street, in the game I don’t cheat
I just play my position, get MVP
I get money, don’t shit come free
It’s my life and I run it even when
Keep my business in my pockets, don’t wash with bleach
And I never show my hand, not even to me
See…

[Hook]

[Fabolous - Verse 2]
Say what’s on your heart if you’re real
Cause the scars you can’t see be the hardest to heal
And I used to chase money, now I have it brought
Cause you can only chase something that you haven’t caught
If there’s a summertime in hell, it’s not as hot
You empty clip niggas ain't got a shot
These diamonds on my neck are an eyesore
Now you decide if their to die for
Advice to my haters, do what I say now
Report to the nearest roof and take the fast way down
Thought it was love, how foolish of us
I do me, she do her, sometimes we do eachother

[Hook]

[Lil Wayne - Verse 3]
Look, as the crooked World revolves
Love spelt backwards is evol (evolve)
And Evil spelt backwards is live or live
And when death comes you better have lives to give
I spit that real talk like knives to ribs
And rats die ugly, die with kids
These niggas is snitching and still living
I hope my words are like razors to the bitches
Niggas pretend like they actually in
But when it go down they fuck around and be them
That blood look familiar when it’s leaking
If you scared, go see a Deacon nigga
That ain't love

[Hook]

[Fabolous - Verse 4]
Life is but a dream
Ain't always what it seems
Meanwhile get your cake red velvet butter cream
Raise your glass and lets toast to when we didn't have
Hustle plus muscle equal success, I did the math!
I see these haters in passing, yeah they ’round
I be on the way up, they be on the way down
Now I can sit and talk shit like Skip Bayless
You looking for these shoes baby you can skip payless
Lifestyle A-list, young black and famous
Bunch of bad bitches in an Ipod playlist
Just another page in my success story
I make my worst enemies wish the best for me

 

[fox69]

"The Bad Guy"
(feat. Pain In Da Ass)

"The Bad Guy"
(feat. Pain In Da Ass)



[Pain In Da Ass]
You're all a bunch of fucking assholes
You know why?
Cause you don't got the guts to be what you want to be
Fabolous...he doesn't have that problem
He always tells the truth
That's what it's all about?
That's what we work so hard for Fabolous?
So they can point their fucking fingers
and call me the fucking bad guy?

[Verse 1]
I guess I'm the bad guy
The fingers is pointing
Nigga, I don't go in no clubs without bringing my joint in
They be asking fellas why (why?)
It's cause the streets is watching
With an envious ear, jealous eye
You know how William H. Bonnie's rockin
I keep the home cell two way contact for Johnny Cochran
Be the same dudes, testing your patience
In them hospitals, resting like patients, confessing to agents
You smell me, you gotta spray the Wesson like fragrance
And you pay your way out arrests and arraignments
These playas been playin' foul
And I done learned my lesson with flagrants
Nigga, this how I live it ain't just entertainment
I'm what they been trying to do, not do
I'm the kid, they been lying to you
You need people like me
I'm so F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S
Yeah, that's the bad guy

[Pain In Da Ass]
You need people like me
So you can point your fucking fingers
And say, "That's the bad guy."
So, what they make you?
Good?

[Verse 2]
Bitches think all they gotta do is say the child is yours
Quit they job and live off the child support
How could you stand there, smile in court
I'ma just settle, fly back to them Cayman Isle resorts
You better sign a pre-nup
You catch me instead of 'it wasn't me'
I'm gonna say 'where you get a key from?'
I love the way your butt swishes
But non of these slut bitches
is worth me asking my doctor why my nuts itches
If they see how the Rolls Royce smell
All day I be emptying my in box and my whole voice mail
I'll be ready to light the weed and pull it
Now every chick want to make me come faster than a speeding bullet
But I ain't into coaching birds like Tony LaRussa
I done had the thickest chickens to the boniest roosters
Who have trouble getting the kid like me to spend
Ma you'll never see a bad guy like me again, for real

[Pain In Da Ass]
So say goodnight to the bad guy, come on
It's the last time you're gonna hear a bad guy ?
You better make way, it's a bad guy coming through

[Verse 3]
Come on
What type of bad guy give fellas daps, females hugs
I making my business, my kids won't have to retail drugs
I get threats over the two way from email thugs
I ride with ratchets, clips under the CL rugs
Think I'm liking you? Wrong
Cause even if I get locked
My money won't let me stay on Riker's too long
Case dismissed, the DA even liking the song
Right back to the P's, latest pair of Michael's shoes on
When you holla in the club it's cool
But don't change the subject fool
And start askin if I remember you from public school
You know I done heard dozens, of these birds buzzing
Talking 'bout I used to fuck with they 3rd cousin
FYI, stay the fuck from 'round me
? guys who want to hear somebody stuck or clown me
I don't care what other haters do
But if you think I'm loved for saving you
Say goodnight to the bad guy

[Pain In Da Ass]
Whoever said to us
Now maybe you can buy yourself
one of them first class tickets to the Resurrection
[Gun Shot]

 

[fox69]

"The Eulogy (Intro)"
(feat. DJ Drama)

"The Eulogy (Intro)"
(feat. DJ Drama)



[DJ Drama]
Ladies and gentlemen, it is quite unfortunate
That we have to gather here
for this, unjoyous occasion
I stand here before you, DJ Drama
and ask you for a moment of silence...
A lot of fallen rappers
A lot of fake emcees
Some, even your favorites
can no longer be with us
It is a trying time, it is a tough time
But because clearly there was no way
ANY of them, could stay alive
while 'Loso a/k/a Funeral Fab was here
We now, must lay them all, to rest
So sad... [sobs] so sad
We may now start, the funeral service

 

[fox69]

"The Fabolous Life"

"The Fabolous Life"



I introduce you to the life
You need the life, the life needs you
Everything is nice

Let me welcome you to my world
Everything's in living color plus the fly girls
On the way and gotta watch them with a keen eye
Niggas ain't seen fly till they seen I
Maybach cause I'm not a limousine guy
Suit with the bow tie no bean pies
The Laperle match well with these Feragamis
Killer shoe game these are just a pair of hamies
?? I get up like QB's
Na, she ain't stepped in blood, those are Lou B's
We don't follow, unless you lead us into VIP
When they know your face, they don't need to see ID
I can see the bottles coming from a mile away
?? on the top act like they don't know to star
She fuck with niggas like Fabolous
Cause to tell the truth, baby life's fabolous

It's the fabulous life, oh I be living that
oh I be living that, oh I be living that
Get your money right, you could be living that
You could be living that, you could be living that
It's a fabulous life, oh I be living that
oh I be living that, oh I be living that
How you living, what? How you living, what?
How you living, oh I be living fabulous

I bow my head and I praise that
We be there and back before the Rose's flat
Picture me anywhere a clown stays at
I don't think so, homey don't play that
Everything is BOSS, like a Rick ad-lib
Take it to house like it's Trick Dad Crib
We hit Miami like a hurricane
Shorty poolside, one piece Veroaine
She the baddest bitch in them Jackie O shades
Flabby beach mat, she don't give me no shade
Hold the heat down, she don't even know Wade
Nigga get smoked like cigarette tote
I like her soft kiss and I dig her wet throat
I love her booty bounce like cigarette boats
And it won't quit
She can't wear skinny jeans cause her ass don't fit
Real shit

It's the fabulous life, oh I be living that
oh I be living that, oh I be living that
Get your money right, you can be living that
You can be living that, you can be living that
It's a fabulous life, oh I be living that
oh I be living that, oh I be living that
How you living, what? How you living, what?
How you living, oh I be living fabulous

Got a rich bitch on the way
That for real though, just like Wanda say
She just wanna rock my world in the Wonder way
I'm sitting at the airport like andele
Fist I saw the Luggy with the Louie monogram
Then I saw my baby like a sonogram
On the runway, just me and Bentley
I open doors, you ain't gotta G the gent me
I was thinking Knick game, courtside
She put her hands in my pants, I let that thought slide
We can get it on, but there's no leg room
No water bed, just a boat with a bedroom
Now you tell me who can top this
Hey, laying on the deck topless
Got two different dames, it's a Fabolous thang
One white, one yellow, like Fabolous chain

It's the fabulous life, oh I be living that
oh I be living that, oh I be living that
Get your money right, you could be living that
You could be living that, you could be living that
It's a fabulous life, oh I be living that
oh I be living that, oh I be living that
How you living, what? How you living, what?
How you living, oh I be living Fabolous