Let’s go..

[Verse 1]
And I ain’t gotta tell y’all who I be,
Because these 100 dollar bills are like baller ID.
And I get under niggas skin,
They should call me IV.
But if you try me nigger,
I will be your caller ID.
And that means I got your number.
Please don’t make me dial it,
That could land your fly ass on the ground just like a pilot.
So just do me a solid.
Y’all stay in pocket like wallets,
‘cos you can’t see me.
Close eye-lids.
Huh, nitey nite.
I’m with a model chick.
Tyrah thick, Heidi’s height,
Body suits, body tight.
Yeah.. I clean up nice.
Catch me on a tidy night,
Might be gucchi’d down to the tidy whites.
Ok it’s Loso,
Everybody knows so.
My son is the heir to the thrown,
Prince Joso.
So daddy need money,
Mummy need new true-ies.
Baby needs new shoes,
Preferably the new lueys.
The swaggers in his jeans,
He was born fly.
Them Phily bitches say the ball keep his jaunt fly.
That Reggie Kush outta Southern Californiaaaa.

[Chorus]
La La La La La La La.

Sing them a lullaby,
Sing them a lullaby,
Sing them a lullaby,
Sing them a lullaby.

Rock-a-by baby..
Rock-a-by baby..
Rock-a-by baby..
Rock-a-by baby..

La La La La La La La,
La La La La La.

[Verse 2]
Hush little lame niggas don’t say a word,
Y’all don’t know the half, not even a third.
Put a dick in your ear and fuck what you heard.
She tried to pull my fly south,
I aint want the bird.
Because i been killin these hoes,
These niggas just drop dead.
In the drop head,
All we do is bop heads.
To the side,
Like Busta in the Pepsi add.
With my Columbiana mamma,
Yep she bad. (She Bad)
She in the lastest shoe that Guiseppe had.
Blow game like the late dizzy Gillespie had.
That’s some good jaw.
Pop quiz,
Good score.
She call her pussy mediene,
That good raw.
For you little cheap fucks,
Hood whores.
You niggas soft in the middle,
Call them hood smalls.
Everybody on the block going cuckoo.
Phantom doors open like the clock that goes cuckoo.
Birds poppin’ out.
Sittin on the hood,
Check my bird droppings out.
Im shittin’ on the hood.
Sleepin’ time, niggas.
The hand that rocks the cradle for you nursery rhyme niggas.
Its bed time.
Niceeeeee…

[Chorus]
La La La,
La La La La La La La La,
La La La La La La La La,
La La La La La La La La,
La La La La La,
La.
La.
La.

Sing them a lullaby,
Sing them a lullaby,
Sing them a lullaby,
Sing them a lullaby. (La La La)

Rock-a-by baby..
Rock-a-by baby..
Rock-a-by baby..
Rock-a-by baby.

[Fabolous]
Guess what time it is, my my my time
You can check your I phone, better say it’s Itime
I don’t even need a watch, I don’t even see a clock
Soon as a I walk in, it feel like me o’clock
Give me a clock, Every time I check
Singers don’t measure up, and try and blame the Pyrex
Damn, ima do it bigger than a 5-ex
Can’t ride with an L, so I don’t drive lex
Games so bickery, so full of trickery
Nursery, rhyming, hickory, dickory
Blowing that side, the hood call it pickory,
Biggie, puffy, busta victory

[Chorus - Jeremih]
Go hard, today
Can’t worry the past, cause that yes-sterday
Ima put it on tonight cause it’s my time
Hey hey hey heey
I gotta stay on my grind cause it’s my time (hey),
My time (hey), my time (hey)
If your with me let me hear you say, common
Ma ma, ma ma, (dah dah dah dah dah)
If your with me let me hear you say
Ma ma, ma ma, (dah dah dah dah dah)
It’s my time

[Fabolous]
My time is more like fly time
Don’t call to get dressed, call it in a sky time
If you aint a pilot, you probly couldn’t style it
Unless you was a stewardess, you wonder what to do with this
First I take the time out, then I put the time in
Money aint everything, it’s more about the timing
So I got the water mark, Flawless diamonds
In other words that’s called perfect timing
I feel like a favour, I feel like a savour
They clock in my neck, I feel like im flavour
I go so hard, glow so god
Dance, scream

[Chorus]

[Jeremih]
Oh now I know mine, it’s been a few years
Know ive seen bout time
You know ive got committed with the system up in the zone
Sign the dotted liiiine
Now is on, so ya’ll better check your wrist piece
Why? Cause its time to make history
Just hop in here, bullets history
Howda, howda, howda hell you gonna evict me?
You know im here stay, never cocky now
With bottles we poppin now, no telling where we stopping now
And I represent the chick a g o
On the track with F A B O
You know we

[Chorus]

Yo everything ain’t love, Love cuz if it is
My definition of love must differ his
I mean every friendship has its differences
But these ‘Young Bucks’ remind me of ‘Fif’ and his
They hear the good life, wanna see what the difference is
Some just wanna smoke, enjoy the piff-vileges
He unwrap a cigar like it’s a gift of his
He a funny lil nigga like Eddie Griffin is
Between smokin’ and chokin’ then you got to live
So I gave him a chance and that’s alot to give
We ‘posed to make the most of what you was paid to gross
I gave you bread and butter you supposed to make the toast
Fifteen years, FIFTEEN YEARS
And now when we say ‘what’s up’ the shit seem weird
But there’s a question I prepared for you
How could you fuck the only people who ever cared for you?
A thug changes

[Hook]
A thug changes and love changes
And best friends become strangers, Pachangas
Pa-Pa-Pachangas, Pa-Pa-Pachangas
A thug changes and love changes
And best friends become strangers, Pachangas
Pa-Pa-Pachangas, Pa-Pa-Pachangas

There’s a parallel path ‘tween friends and enemies
And whenever you cross it you make friend-emies
There’s no remedies for these sick memories
My doctor said there’s no cure for the ?Emmales?
Had a crush on you now we Kim and Cease
We don’t even talk no more it’s no biggie
I was so Biggie, you was Faith
I let you slide in my home, you was safe
I thought my ability to provide you stability
was what was really G, okay silly me
I was Billy D, smooth cappa really street
Really she attract niggaz like the A Milli beat
And I happen to rap but somethin’ ’bout this beat strange
Soon as I try to flow with it the beat change
Never thought she’d change
But what you thinks a upgrade really just could be a seat change

[Hook]
A thug changes and love changes
And best friends become strangers, Pachangas
Pa-Pa-Pachangas, Pa-Pa-Pachangas
A thug changes and love changes
And best friends become strangers, Pachangas
Pa-Pa-Pachangas, Pa-Pa-Pachangas

See when the love is gone then it’s just B.S. left
Just niggaz with chains on tryna be S.F. (Street Fam)
That’s when your ace become ya B.F.F.
Pa-Pa-Pa-Pachange ya like they was a P.F. chef
Da-Da-Da-Danger, it just feels ‘Mystikal’
I miss the cool nights sittin in the Coll-O
Now it’s like boooo we sittin’ in Apollo
It used to be all good then shit just went mile low
And that’s bad, matter fact that’s sad
Cuz when you lose a friend it’s hard to handle the loss
They do some bitch shit gotta give ya man a divorce
End up watchin Friends like Joey, Chandler and Ross, ya see
Most of these niggaz ain’t never love ‘em
And these bitches just think whatever of ‘em
So maybe playin’ dumb was kinda clever of ‘em
And less friends are your best friends become strangers

[Hook]
A thug changes and love changes
And best friends become strangers, Pachangas
Pa-Pa-Pachangas, Pa-Pa-Pachangas
A thug changes and love changes
And best friends become strangers, Pachangas
Pa-Pa-Pachangas, Pa-Pa-Pachangas

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

[Chorus - Keys]
If only I could see you again
I will make sure that those days never end
If only I could do it all again
Just to have one more chance
I’ll never let it go

[Fabolous talking over Chorus]
I mean life’s not like that though
Sometimes you only get one shot
Most times, yeah

[Verse 1 - Fabolous]
Don’t you hate a could of, would of, should of nigga?
Could of did, would of did, well you should of nigga (nigga)
I am never on the iffy shit
You see her with me, you ain’t gotta wonder if he hit
My daddy was a player too, Ken Griffey shit
He said kill these hoes and get the death certificates (haha)
So when I do me, I over do it
In the red Rover sendin bitches over to it
Might use the Caddy, part-time golfer
But act now I’m a limited time offer
And I’m off the, chain like a stray dog
If I want it, I’m a fetch it, I don’t play dog (I don’t play dog)
I see the game from a sick angle
New York had a chance, the bitch pick Tango
In my case you get one opportunity
Minus convertible, so let’s call it drop-tunity, haha

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Fabolous]
Get a slice of the pie now, you wait ’til the pizza’s cold
Then you sayin what you (Shoulda) did like Keyshia Cole
(I Should Have Cheated) (nah), I (Shoulda Let You Go) (nah)
I just shake ‘em off (yeah), Etch A Sketch a ho (haha)
I draw a blank, back to the drawing board
I’m like Michael Jordan if we talkin scorin broads (damn)
To me you got one chance to miss ya shot (yeah)
Better get ya J up (yeah), life is not a layup (nah)
Meanin, sometime they make it hard
Like a straight dude, naked broad get on top of me
Why give an inch if she can take a yard? (woo)
You land on “Chance,” take a card, it’s Monopoly
I think past “Go” (yeah), 200 on my mental dash though
And my foot is on the gas ho
If opportunity ain’t there, make one
They ain’t give me a chance, so I had to take one, Los’

[Chorus]

[Fabolous talking over Chorus]
Niggaz be lookin at shit that’s right in front of ‘em man
They don’t even see their chance is right in front of ‘em
You know? It’s fucked up

[Verse 3 - Fabolous]
I look at Obama and I more than glance
I don’t just see change, I saw a chance
How many hustlers do you know waitin for a chance?
Some pedal more than Lance in the Tour de France
How many convicts inside waitin for a break?
That’s rare, short time, waitin for a steak
How many shooters holdin heat, waitin for a shot?
Fall asleep in the car waitin for a shot
Sniper’s in D.C., I know what he see
I’m tryin to put you on to it, Cici
Just ate fried chicken, I took greasy
I told this bitch I’m a Mac/Mack not a P.C. (haha)
I sit niggaz down, don’t let ‘em stand a chance
Only way you squares ride is a ambulance
Kill ‘em while you got a chance in a Bronco
Or it comes back in the end, Benny Blanco, yes

[Chorus]