Unless you pimpin' like you supposed to be)

[Hook: Snoop Dogg]
So my niggas (niggas)
They get money (money)
Throw your motherfucking hand in the air (in the air)
And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck
Let me hear y'all niggas scream oh yeah (oh yeah)
And all my bitches (bitches)
They get money (money)
Throw your motherfucking hand in the air (in the air)
And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck

Let me hear y'all bitches scream oh yeah (oh yeah)

[Verse 3: Fabolous]
It's the kid with the D. O. double G.
After blowing 3-4 dubs of trees
My eyes are below double g's
After sipping pin-o bubbly skee-o rubbing me
We'll probably go below publically
I'm a coast to coast G I keep the toast to mostly
For those who pose to closely (backup)
Keep a piece in the vest that's how we ride

From the north to the south to the east to the west

[Hook: Fabolous]
So my niggas (niggas)
They get money (money)
Throw your motherfucking hand in the air (in the air)
And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck
Let me hear y'all niggas scream oh yeah (oh yeah)
And all my bitches (bitches)
They get money (money)
Throw your motherfucking hand in the air (in the air)
And if you up on things and you don't give a fuck
Let me hear y'all bitches scream oh yeah (oh yeah)
Uh..

"Sickalicious"
(feat. Missy Elliott)

[Fabolous]
Uh, huh, Oh! Yeah, Yeah, Uh! Uh! Yeah, Uh Uh!

They call me G-H-E-T-T-O
Black star power, like B-E-T shows
I'm usually pullin up in the G-T slow
Flashing my ring finger with the E-T glow
I'm that nucca, act rucka
Certified plat nucca
Semi-auto, gat bucca
Take that fucka
Lay flat sucka
I'm the Negro, amigo
Get every bay from Tampa to Montigo
They say I got the lifestyle, and the E glow
I'm in the blow range, no matter where he go
I'm that homie
Gat on me
I'm the kid not that phony
Anybody that know me

Knows im here to get that money! Yeah!

[Missy Elliott]
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!)

[Fabolous]
They call me F-A-B, O-L-O
U-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 low
I shop till I drop, when I'm coppin new clothes
Bop in the hop, but don't stop to use hoes
I'm that new dude, that include
Making sure silencers in the gat is screwed
With an it don't even matter mood
And a "Fuck you, pay me" attitude
I'm that young boy, that slung boy
That'll have em saying, where you get that from boy
I'm still leaving niggas, at one choice

So run when you hear, that gun noise! (Blat!)

[Missy Elliott]
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 clothes

So run when you hear, that gun noise! (Blat!)

[Missy Elliott]
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 clothes

"This Is My Party"

[Intro: Fabolous]
Hey-hey-hey yo [3x]
F-A-B
Hey-hey-hey yo [2x]
F-A-B
Hey-hey-hey yo [2x]

[Verse: Fabolous]
Ain't no tellin' what this hypno will do to me
I'm feelin' like I can do what I want now
Dip-low immunity
Shorty! just shake your hips slow and move wit me
Take a hit a this and sip slow and thoroughly
You're sneakin' out on your man, tip-toein' to the V
Cause I know you got him whipped though like wannabe
Let's put on a live strip show just you and me
But girl, I'm lookin' at them lips though like who is he?
They ain't never seen a whip, clothes or jewelry
So when I ask "you wanna leave the zip-code?"

Say "sure" and be me

[Chorus 1: Fabolous]
But this is my party
Stroll by if you want to
Or ya'll can stay home
But why would you want to?

[Verse: Fabolous]
We gon' party, till we laid in graves
Sweat out our doobie braids and waves
Then scream "hey-hey-hey yo"
That groupie made her wait
Cause when she seen the whips and chains