Meek Mill Flexin On Em Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Stuntin' all on my old hoes, styling all on my haters
Presidential is rose gold, say it's time to get paper
Glock 10 with that laser, fuck around meet yo maker
Everyone got me pissin', fuck around with them papers
So I can't smoke no kush, I can't smoke no kush
But I ran through them hoes, and I ain't talk 'bout Reggie Bush
I say y'all fuck niggas so fold, hoes ain't never gon' look
In the kitchen with that pyrex and a 9 piece, let me cook
Now hold up, I went and bought a Phantom cause I wanted to
And now I drive the same one some stunnas do
Real nigga, 100 proof
I'mma need a 100M's to make me comfortable

[Hook]
Stuntin' all on my old hoes, styling all on my haters
Presidential is rose gold, say it's time to get paper
Big crib with no neighbors, ball hard but no Lakers
Spent a 100 racks on my chain, all them hoes know my name
I be flexin, flexin, flexin on these niggas
I be flexin, flexin, flexin on these bitches
I be flexin, flexin, flexin on these niggas
I be flexin, flexin, flexin on these bitches

[Verse 2]
All I know is just flex, shittin' on my ex
Bad hoes on my team, d!ck 'em down like Next
I rock YSL so fresh, fly as hell no jet
Waves on 360, make that p-ssy get so wet
She say I'm cocky, I say that's not me
She call me papi and I say ven aqui
Wrist wear on hockey, Porsche box like Ali
My sneaks they bally, in my hood I'm prolly just rollin 'round in that ghost
Watching out for them folks
Heater on my hip, trunk full of that work
I say my shooters like Dirk, 10 racks and you murk
I put that on yo head nigga, first week and you dead nigga
I bottle pop, I model pop
Pull up on them bikes, let the throttle pop
Niggas know I'm nice, and I got a lot
Like fuck yo corner, I bought a block

[Hook]
Stuntin' all on my old hoes, styling all on my haters
Presidential is rose gold, say it's time to get paper
Big crib with no neighbors, ball hard but no Lakers
Spent a 100 racks on my chain, all them hoes know my name
I be flexin, flexin, flexin on these niggas
I be flexin, flexin, flexin on these bitches
I be flexin, flexin, flexin on these niggas
I be flexin, flexin, flexin on these bitches

[Verse 3]
I don't chase no bitches, I just chase my dream
We ridin 'round so dirty in this whip that's so clean
My old head she 30 but that dick suck so mean
And that p-ssy just so good for that pipe she my fein
On that pint I just lean, perk got me bent
If you ain't talking 'bout money, you ain't got no sense
Smell it on my clothes, work got that scent
In that kitchen with them birds, 'bout to serve up that's din'
Hold up ! OZ's and whole keys
Straight white and no trees
Great white and OZ's and they might just OD
I stay tight with OG's
They know I'm real nigga
Pocket full of them racks
And my bank account Meek Mill nigga

[Hook]
Stuntin' all on my old hoes, styling all on my haters
Presidential is rose gold, say it's time to get paper
Big crib with no neighbors, ball hard but no Lakers
Spent a 100 racks on my chain, all them hoes know my name
I be flexin, flexin, flexin on these niggas
I be flexin, flexin, flexin on these bitches
I be flexin, flexin, flexin on these niggas
I be flexin, flexin, flexin on these bitches

Meek Mill - Flexin On Em Lyrics

Lyrics Birthday Cake Remix Rihanna

(Ft. Chris Brown)

Come and put your name on it
But you wanna put your name on it

[Hook]
It's not even my birthday
But he wanna lick the icing off
I know you want it in the worst way
Can't wait to blow my candles out

He want that cake, cake, cake
Cake, cake, cake..

Ooh baby I like it, it's so excited
Don't try to hide it
I'mma make you my b!tch

Cake, cake, cake..

I know you wanna bite this
It's so enticing
You wanna Skype this
I'mma make you my b!tch

And it's not even my birthday (my birthday)
And he trying to put his name on it

[Chris Brown]
Girl I wanna f-ck you right now
Been a long time, I've been missing your body
Let me turn the lights down
When I go down, it's a private party
It's not even her birthday
But I wanna lick the icing off
Give it to her in the worst way
Can't wait to blow her candles out
I want that cake, cake cake

Ooh baby I like it, it's so excited
Don't try to hide it
I'mma make you my b!tch [x2]

[Chris Brown]
Doggy want to hit it
Give me a heart attack and throw it back
Now watch me get it
You know this but you the shit
Damn, girl you pretty
Blowing out your candles, now let me make a couple wishes

[Rihanna]
Remember how you did it?
Remember how you did it?
If you still wanna kiss it
Come and get it
Sweeter than a rice cake, cake worth sipping
Kill it, tip it

If you sexy and you know it
And you ain't afraid to show it
Put a candle on my motherf-cking back baby blow it
Love the way you do when you do it like that
Show up with the stats, bring the racks on my racks
Wrap it up, wrap it up boy
While I take this bow off
Talk that talk, yeah I know I'm such a show off
Daddy make a wish
Put this cake in your face
And it's not even my birthday

[Hook - Chris Brown]
It's not even her birthday
But I wanna lick the icing off
Give it to her in the worst way
Can't wait to blow her candles out
I want that cake, cake cake

Ooh baby I like it, it's so excited
Don't try to hide it
I'mma make you my b!tch [x2]

Cake, cake, cake..

Rihanna Birthday Cake Remix Lyrics

Tyga Love Game Lyrics

[Hook]
The days go by, we argue all the time
I want to make it right, cause that was last night
Baby we gon' be alright, baby we gon be alright
Yea yea love was the mark, bullets to your heart
I want to move on but my feelings too strong
I don't wanna waste time, I don't wanna waste time

[Verse 1: Tyga]
Man I know we ain't finished when it's barely beginning
All the time I done put in, I put in but time was in it
So silly chasing a feeling, figured you felt different
But so many, so many girls but I just stay with ya
See love wasn't my intention, read the play
Dominoes, counting money with my niggas, shoot dice
Give me seven, rolling off the gate, I hit it twice
Black Eyed Peas, money baby, it's gon be a good night
And when I said I love you I f-ckin' meant it
And we ain't gotta bring your mom and your sister in it
House too big, they all trying to spend the night
You always inviting them and I don't need to be liking it
At all, and I don't need to say shit
Cause I just like to see you happy even when you faking it
So fake the ring you felt last bitch, man I hate you
I hope we can make it up in the air

[Hook]
Cause the days go by, we argue all the time
I want to make it right, cause that was last night
Baby we gon be alright, baby we gon be alright
Yea yea love was the mark, bullets to your heart
I want to move on but my feelings too strong
I don't wanna waste time, I don't wanna waste time

It's like we're in a love game, love game
Love game, love game
Yea, yea, yea, yea
It's like we're in a love game, love game
Love game, love game
Yea, yea, yea, yea

[Verse 2: Tyga]
Ugh, for every last king need a queen
If you love me now then forever hold this ring
Hold me down, defend it, hold me down, no witness
You always got so much pride but once you look in my eyes
It's over, you even told me about you when you was younger
How your father abused you, I let you cry on my shoulder
No tissue, just short sleeve, tears see-through
Our lives equal, thinking what you been through
Uhh, Yodini here
Yea I grant you every wish
Put you in environments, good company success
Already set, you going with the best
I know I lied before but trust me I ain't like your ex
Sex so good, break up then break a sweat
We should stay together, then we fight again
Same old shit, different location
Feeling like my time wasted

[Hook]
Cause the days go by, we argue all the time
I want to make it right, cause that was last night
Baby we gon be alright, baby we gon be alright
Yea yea love was the mark, bullets to your heart
I want to move on but my feelings too strong
I don't wanna waste time, I don't wanna waste time
It's like we're in a love game, love game
Love game, love game
Yea, yea, yea, yea
It's like we're in a love game, love game
Love game, love game
Yea, yea, yea, yea

[Verse 3: Tyga]
Trying to forget someone that you love
Like trying to remember someone that you never knew
Think about it, I dream about it
My nightmares haunting me, I can't sleep about it
Anxiety, can't breathe, can't live without you
The revival, all these verses is my survival
Standing at the poly and waiting for your arrival
One thing but no return
Like Usher says, gotta let it burn

[Outro: Tyga]
The hardest part of dreaming about someone you love
Is waking up to see that person gone
You know it, if it takes seconds to say hello
It takes forever to say goodbye
Moving on is easy, but what you leave behind
Is what makes it hard

Tyga Love Game Lyrics

Lyrics The Don Nas

[Intro: Super Cat]
Super Cat
New York girls dem are bad over we (4x)
Nas the Don (8x)
In a new york city (4x)

[Verse 1]
Yea….yea
Smoking a escubano, guzzle my second bottle
Hope I don't catch a homo (homicide)
Grossing our net
Simultaneous making me climb higher heinous crimes behind me
Search but can't find me
Fuck sadness
Had this been you havin this lavish
Habitual happiness at me you wouldn't look backwards
You would have sex on condominium roof decks
So anyone move next
I'll hit you with two techs
Rocking Roberto Cavalli no shirt on convertible Mazy
My Columbiana mommy ridin beside me
Every tat mean something, that's my word on my body
I'll have to lean something wit that Mossberg shotty
My n*ggas is ignorant put lead in yo pigment
Just for all the days y'all was mad I was getting it
In 97 the six
98 the Bentley
Now it's the Ghost Phantom
And ya'll can't stand em but……

[Hook]
Nas the Don (8x)
In a new york city (4x)

[Verse 2]
Army Jacket swag Army jacket green and black
Wit the square top pocket that snaps
Where the gas at?
Pass that, not you
You hold crack where your ass at
I never did that, my sock where my stash was at
Yo I use to listen to that red alert and rap attack
I fell in love with the poetry I mastered that
Cuttin school with Preme team at phat cat was at
Future not crystal clear yet Baccarat

Now im the one that's reppin Queens way beyond your wildest dreams
Bottles on bottles with sparklers surround my team
That long cash get the baddest bitches out they jeans
20 years in this game lookin 17
I don't lean: no codeine, promethazine
I just blow green pick which a bitch can bless the king
Although he's on to another chapter
Heavy D gave this beat to Salaam for me to rap to
Blaaaah…

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Yeah yeah..
New York is like an Island, a big Rikers Island
The cops be out wildin, all I hear is sirens
It's all about surviving same old two step
Tryna stay alive when
They be out robbin, I been out rhyming
Since born knowledge like prophet Muhammad
Say the ink from a scholar
Worth more than the blood of a martyr
So I'mma
Keep it on til I see billion dollar
Keep your friends close and ya enemies closer
Love model chocha mommy pop it like she suppose to
Eyes red shot like I'm never sober
Big time smoker, Indonesian doja
Minis you can hold up before you get all wet up from my soldiers
Don shit
Under fire I remain on some calm shit
This for every ghetto and the hood
Nas the Don and Supercat the Don Dotta
Understood…

[Hook]

Nas - The Don Lyrics

Lyrics Talk That Talk Rihanna

[Rihanna]
Talk that talk to me, yeah
Talk that talk to me, yeah

[Jay-Z]
I be trying to chill, bitches wanna f–ck me
Every little city I go, f–ck me
Shawty must've heard, got the word, I move that D
Had it by a bladder, she like "oh I gotta pee"
Ran into a rocko in my restroom
Singer slash actress in my bedroom
God I have the ticket for a walk through
Everything that do is big
I talk big money, I talk big homes
I sell out arenas, I call that getting dome
Million dollar voice, came through phone
We heading to the top, if you coming, come on
I'm Flying out to Pisa, just to get some pizza
Fly down to Jamaica, just to roll some reefa
Sex on the beach, left love speechless
They say that money talk, tell these other niggas speak up
What's up

[Rihanna - Hook]
One and two and a three and four
Come on let me know if you want some more
You know what I like, now get right
Boy talk that talk to me all night
Yeah boy I like it yeah boy I like it
Love it when you talk that talk to me yeah
Yeah that talk to me yeah
Love it when you talk that talk to me, yeah

[Rihanna]
Say what you want, say you want you like
Say you want me to do and I got you
Tell me how to love you, tell me how to hold you

I'mma get it right on the first try for you
Cause you ain't never had a woman like me, yeah
And you will never have another like me, yeah
Noooooo
So I'ma give it to you baby

[Hook]
One and two and a three and four
Come on let me know if you want some more
You know what I like, now get right
Boy talk that talk to me all night
Yeah boy I like it yeah boy I like it
Love it when you talk that talk to me yeah
Yeah that talk to me yeah
Love it when you talk that talk to me, yeah

[Bridge]
What you saying now, give it to me baby
I want it all night, give it to me baby
What you saying now, give it to me baby
Give it to me baby, give it to me baby

What you saying now, give it to me baby
I want it all night, give it to me baby
What you saying now, give it to me baby
Give it to me baby, give it to me baby

[Hook]
One and two and a three and four
Come on let me know if you want some more
You know what I like, now get right
Boy talk that talk to me all night
Yeah boy I like it yeah boy I like it
Love it when you talk that talk to me yeah
Yeah that talk to me yeah
Love it when you talk that talk to me, yeah

Talk that talk to me, yeah
Talk that talk to me, yeah

Rihanna Ft. Jay-Z Lyrics Talk That Talk

Drake Lyrics The Ride

[Intro]
I hate when people say they feel me man, I hate that shit.
It'll be a long time before y'all feel me, if ever

[1^{st Verse]}
You won't feel me til everybody say they love you, but it's not love
And your suit is Oxblood and your girl f-ckin' hates you and your friends faded off shots of
What you ordered than forget about the game you on top of
Your famous girlfriend ass gettin' thicker than the plot does
And when you forget it, that's when she pop up
And you got a drop but you ride around with the top up
I get 3 SUV's for niggas dressed like refugees
And deal with the questions about all your excessive needs
And you do dinners at French Laundry and Napa Valley
Scallops and glasses of Dolce, that shit right up your alley
You see a girl and you ask about her
Bitches smiling at ya, it must be happy hour
They put the cloth across your lap soon as you sat down
It's feeling like you on every place you choosing to be at now
Walking through airport security with your hat down
'Stead of gettin' a pat down, they just keep on saying that they feel ya nigga

Yeah,
It's been too long
Been way too long

[Hook - The Weeknd]
I'm faded too long, oooh
Still I'm Faded too long, ooooh
Still I've been faded too long
I feel like I'm faded too long
The ride

[2^{nd Verse : Drake]}
You wont feel me til you want it so bad you tell yourself you're in it
And tell the World around you that your paper work is finished
And steal your mothers debit cards so you maintain an image
And ride around in overpriced rental cars that ain't tinted
You need a minute, you got it
You know its real when your latest nights are your greatest nights
The sun is up when you get home, that's just a way of life
Apartment 1503, some couches and paintings
When you record with 2 others that want the same things
Yeah, it start to feel better than home feels
And so you up there every night you swear you getting close
That champagne money was for gas and phone bills
But shit you bout to spend it on what matters most
You drop a couple songs and hopes that you can beat a nigga
And come out every night to let the city see the nigga
Telling stories that nobody relate to
And even though they hate you they just keep on telling you they feel ya nigga

[Hook - The Weeknd]
I'm faded too long, oooh
Still I'm Faded too long, ooooh
Still I've been faded too long
I feel like I'm faded too long
The ride

[3^{rd Verse : Drake]}
I haven't been inside terminal 1 and 3 in so long
I'm driving right up to it now, make sure you got your coat on
That runway can be cold especially after summers rolled on
And all you knew is alcohol and city lights and slow songs
Performance out the years, got you asking whats good at home
Whats good at home?
The same hoes are still at it, I shoulda known
My young niggas poppin' M's and sippin' dirty jones
Problem children that all be reppin' Octobers Own
Brand new girl, and she still growing
Brand new titties, stitches still showing
Yeah and she just praying that the heels good
I'm bout to f-ck and I'm just praying that it feels good
I really don't know much but shit I know a secret
They say more money more problems, my nigga don't believe it
I mean sure there's some bills and taxes I'm still evading
But I blew 6 million on my self and I feel amazing
Young money maker, season ticket holder
Season switching over
I come through them bitches still scorching as if I didn't notice
You niggas gettin' older, these niggas
that couldn't f-ck with my freshman flow
Look at that f-cking chip on your nephews shoulder
My sophomore they was all for it, they all saw it
My Juniors and senior will only get meaner
Take Care nigga

[Hook]
I'm faded too long, oooh
Still I'm Faded too long, ooooh
Still I've been faded too long
I feel like I'm faded too long
The ride

Drake The Ride Lyrics

Rick Ross Lyrics I Swear To God

[Intro]
Watch the real niggas celebrate
All the real niggas selling weight
Watch the real niggas celebrate

[Hook]
I swear to God, that's on my kids
Every day that I'm alive, I gotta live
For every gangster ever died or did a bid
Where I'm from, when niggas ride, they kill it quick
Flipping bricks, counting money, so repetitious
Highly decorated gangster, so keep a distance
Swear to God, that's on my kids, better mind your business
Five grand'll get you killed, what's a life sentence?
Life sentence, huh!

[Verse 1]
I'm paranoid cause I'm in the Porsche
In the projects, sitting on a brick of boy
I swear to God, this d!ck could change your life
So grab your bags, it's time to catch a flight
I levitate on all these p-ssy niggas
I never hate on all these p-ssy niggas
My tax bracket on some other shit
I could put you on that mothership

[Hook]
I swear to God, that's on my kids
Every day that I'm alive, I gotta live
For every gangster ever died or did a bid
Where I'm from, when niggas ride, they kill it quick
Flipping bricks, counting money, so repetitious
Highly decorated gangster, so keep a distance
Swear to God, that's on my kids, better mind your business
Five grand'll get you killed, what's a life sentence?
Life sentence, huh!

[Verse 2]
Start winning, niggas wanna whisper in the dark
Spray the driver's side window when the Lincoln park
I think these niggas out here reading lips
Salty, we the only niggas eating chips
Gotta separate from all these p-ssy niggas
You could never hesitate and you's a p-ssy, nigga
We started off dead broke
Now I got forty million in a f-cking yoke
I got four million in my boat
All jokes aside, a few million in my ho
Double M, know the G's, nigga
On Colombia, sipping mojitos with leaves, nigga

[Hook]
I swear to God, that's on my kids
Every day that I'm alive, I gotta live
For every gangster ever died or did a bid
Where I'm from, when niggas ride, they kill it quick
Flipping bricks, counting money — so repetitious
Highly decorated gangster, so keep a distance
Swear to God, that's on my kids, better mind your business
Five grand'll get you killed, what's a life sentence?
Life sentence, huh!

[Verse 3]
Rose-gold Jesus, rose-gold watch
All-black Ghost, all-black Glock
Three new flows, that's off top
All white squares, the city on lock
I swear to God, I need a hundred m's
Til the day I die, I plan to represent
Hold your heads high, we had a nice run
Let the bankers know we have just begun
I broke the mold, my total assets
Will get you assholes left in the past tense
I broke the mold in every aspect
I'll get you assholes left in the past tense

[Hook]
I swear to God, that's on my kids
Every day that I'm alive, I gotta live
For every gangster ever died or did a bid
Where I'm from, when niggas ride, they kill it quick
Flipping bricks, counting money — so repetitious
Highly decorated gangster, so keep a distance
Swear to God, that's on my kids, better mind your business
Five grand'll get you killed, what's a life sentence?
Life sentence, huh!

Rick Ross I Swear To God Lyrics

Chris Brown Mona Lisa Lyrics

(Ft. Kevin McCall)

[Chris Brown]
Girl you wanna play with me baby
Money ain't a thing cause I got paper
I'm looking at your body
You about to get exactly what you came for
Now I can throw it up throw it up
Break it down down down
Even if it ain't loud she gets me aroused
Slow it up slow it up slow it down
You the shit you the shit
Go ahead play with it baby
Cause I'ma keep my hands to myself
And my back on the wall
Now I'm playing with it baby
I know you don't give a f-ck
Cause you gon' get your money up

[Chorus]
I, I, I
Get your ass up on that pole
Get this money in my hand
I, I, I
All this money dripping on you
Like paint from a Mona Lisa
Drop it to the flo' b!tch
All this money dripping on you
Like paint from a Mona Lisa

[Kevin McCall]
I f-cked with my first b!tch
I upgrade my second broad
Corporate my credit card
Vintaged out my f-cking watch
Vintaged out my f-cking cars
No... just f-cking yacht
Your new b!tch, my old b!tch
You can have the hoe cause she talk a lot
Now get your ass up on this pole, you can get this money
Now I got them carats, I got all them playboy bunnies
?? I'm throwing them honies
Racks on top of racks and they backs look like...

[Chris Brown]
And they ass big as some mountain
Put my drink on it, she cold
My zipper down but my money up
Better get your ass up on that pole
Two mo' shots then I'm out, black, black then I reload
Got might earn 20 more, get yo ass up on that pole
Damn look at like Keisha getting that money just like a zesta
All of these bunnies hopping and popping
You fighting to get up in my 2 seater
My chain, 6 rings

[Chorus]
I, I, I
Get your ass up on that pole
Get this money in my hand
I, I, I
All this money dripping on you
Like paint from a Mona Lisa
Drop it to the flo' b!tch
All this money dripping on you
Like paint from a Mona Lisa

I don't make it rain
Nigga I make a monsoon like a tidal wave
Me taking 23 shots, that's a MJ
I mean a fadeaway, we 'bout to fadeaway

She said she like my pants
I think she like my pockets
B!tch I'm in the building counting millions
You should try it
Yeah what d'you mean
She tried to kiss me, I said stop it
Put that money in the face then she get that p-ssy popping

[Chorus]
I, I, I
Get your ass up on that pole
Get this money in my hand
I, I, I
All this money dripping on you
Like paint from a Mona Lisa
Drop it to the flo' b!tch
All this money dripping on you
Like paint from a Mona Lisa

Chris Brown Mona Lisa Lyrics

Bruno Mars Lyrics All I Need

(Ft. Master Shortie)

[Chorus:]
Sugar, coco and honey
Hey y'all Bruno Mars
That's why you taste like to me
And all I need is to sex to wash it down
Ooh come here girl right now

I'm a British boy so I do British things
Like nibble on your earlobe but let your body sing
You're my violin and I'm a string
With every breath you take I won't let it sting
So let me in open your doors
What yours is mine, what mine is yours
Where's your p-ssy give me your paws
And I won't mind if it's you going through my drawers
Keep it clean 'cause we're gettin in a mess
Baby girl yeah you're better in the flesh
I heard from your friends that I'm better than your ex
And if I'm real then I'm better than your next
Banofee pie you my sweet tart
That's one of the reasons that you're my sweetheart
So when I meet arse we beat fast
Why don't we just take it slow
So we last

[Chorus:]
Sugar, coco and honey
That's why you taste like to me
Now all I need is your sex to wash it down
Ooh come here girl right now

The world is ours
Put your head back see the stars
I like you just the way you are like Bruno Mars
I know I can, call me Nas
I love your thighs I love your arse
Now give me your flower 'cause I'm a human vase
And I'm about to ride without a pass
I hope ...can keep a secret before I ask
Oh no oh no you're burning my tongue just like a cocoa
Oh no oh no I think you need some cream upon you
You think I got chick what's her name
I ain't lying you're my main
You're the only picture inside my frame
Let's wash it down with sex not champagne

[Chorus:]
Sugar, coco and honey
That's why you taste like to me
Now all I need is your sex to wash it down
Ooh come here girl right now

Sugar, coco and honey
That's why you taste like to me
Now all I need is your sex to wash it down
Ooh come here girl right now

Bruno Mars All I Need Lyrics

Fabolous Unfuckwitable Lyrics

[Hook:]
[Red Cafe]
All the b!tches say, "I'm unfuckwitable"
The real niggas say, "I'm unf-ckwitable"
[Fabolous]
Twenty-four seven, three sixty five
How the game dead when I'm still alive?
[Red Cafe]
Live b!tches say, "I'm unfuckwitable"
Real niggas say, "I'm unf-ckwitable"
[Fabolous]
Twenty-four seven, three sixty five
How the game dead when I'm still alive?

[Verse 1: Red Cafe]
Hold up, I'm hotter than a fugitive
America's most wanted, that swag lucrative
Unf-ckwitable, slanging that mineral
Talking that g talk, living like a general
Ten bottles in the club sound like the minimal
My niggas them killas for real, I'm talking federal
It's f-ck you, it's f-ck you, never no subliminal
Stacking ones every day, active criminal
Me and twenty million cash look identical
If you broke and you in the streets, you suckers pitiful
Hoes say they love a nigga after they f-ck a nigga
But I ain't looking for love, that's for s-cker niggas
Let him be your man, I'll gladly be the other nigga
Cuddle with dog all winter, I'm your summer nigga
Hustle from sunup, hustle til the sun down
Bullshit aside, I'm the realest killer in town
Most the niggas in the streets, they know how I get down
Bad b!tch riding shotty when the top let down
Look, as a young boy I used to have hoop dreams
Now I'm like Shaq, I still got hoop dreams

[Hook:]
[Red Cafe]
All the b!tches say, "I'm unf-ckwitable"
The real niggas say, "I'm unf-ckwitable"
[Fabolous]
Twenty-four seven, three sixty five
How the game dead when I'm still alive?
[Red Cafe]
Live b!tches say, "I'm unfuckwitable"
Real niggas say, "I'm unf-ckwitable"
[Fabolous]
Twenty-four seven, three sixty five
How the game dead when I'm still alive?

[Verse 2: Fabolous]
I ain't feeling niggas, I ain't that sentimental
I got no words for 'em, let's just keep it instrumental
I put it down where I stay, word to incidentals
And guess who opened the door you niggas entered in through?
Y'all would never measure up using my ruler
You're more soft than a second-year high schooler
My nigga Hov told me finish my breakfast
And now I'm looking at you niggas like breakfast
French toast, turkey bacon
Shit's in bad shape, too many squares circulating
Money talks and y'all voices are unheard
When they ask about us, one word
Unf-ckwitable, we be in the town too
That's why them boys call us the not-f-cking-around crew
Brooklyn keep on taking it, known to get our divo on
When you touch down, bow down, get your Tebow on
You won't say it in the street, don't say it in your tweets
You won't say it when we meet, don't say it on them beats
Real nigga shit, RNS
Last night was a movie, starring us

[Hook:]
[Red Cafe]
All the b!tches say, "I'm unf-ckwitable"
The real niggas say, "I'm unf-ckwitable"
[Fabolous]
Twenty-four seven, three sixty five
How the game dead when I'm still alive?
[Red Cafe]
Live b!tches say, "I'm unfuckwitable"
Real niggas say, "I'm unf-ckwitable"
[Fabolous]
Twenty-four seven, three sixty five
How the game dead when I'm still alive?

Fabolous Unfuckwitable Lyrics