[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
  Gotta do more then treat me to lunch
    [Chorus]
    [Fabolous]
  They call me William H period Bonnie
  I ride in a seven series with Tommie's
  I make another on of America's hotties
  And I'm that serious mommy
  I'm the one, like the Jet Li flick
  The private jet ski's sick
  The motors on the jet ski's quick
  The clips in the sets be thick
  And I done slipped more shots in then Gretzky's stick
  I'm the one like Penny Hardaway's number
  That's why dudes say it's hard to keep my broad away from ya
  Once your bitch, get the god 2-way number
  It'll be hard to get a Happy Father's Day from ya
  I'm the one, like the piece that's on Nelly's chain
  You can't reach me, I'm out of your celly range
  Bitch I'll even put canary's up in your belly chain
  And just to beat the traffic, hop in a helly main
    [Chorus]