Songtexte:
Fabolous Ghetto

model boy Slade My nigga Miller Jason Jungle Clue! (Fabolous) New York is getting money Va is getting money LA is getting money Fabolous is getting money (Fabolous) Fabolous

through the Midwest and down south It's ghetto, it's ghetto It's ghetto, it's ghetto It's ghetto, it's ghetto It's ghetto, it's ghetto It's ghetto I

Come on Yo, Fabolous strive for digits, even connive to get it Niggas can't tell me nothin' dun, the 5 is kitted For Dead Presidents any cat alive can

Come on Yeah, yeah Hey What, what Yeah, yeah Yeah Brooklyn, Brooklyn Come on Yo, y'all gon' hear this in the nightclubs for a year When the song go on

It's easy to look at my life and don't see no pain I remember takin' 3, 4 trains to re cocaine Standing in the lobby during sleet, snow, rain Waiting

Yeah, F A B O L O U S C'mon, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, yeah, c'mon (If I take you home, will you still be my thug baby?) You gotta love the way this playa

ya'll at? Die for this Throw guns up to the sky for this Where ya'll at? Yo, you must wanna die From the nigga you testify against Fabolous make bail

Sick mothafuckers, go head, throw up nigga Yeah, yeah, okay, I know you punk, I know, I know If you wanna have smaller digits The kid was never, a playa

Fabolous, yeah Yo, I don't care what y'all do, how y'all do Where y'all do it, just keep it gangsta Look at them gangstas Fab's livin' la vida loca,