[Timbaland]
  Uh, c'mon, uh, c'mon
  [Fabolous]
  Uh, William H. Bonnie, ma' I make you famous
    [Fabolous]
  Some little pretty mami's is all I need (yeah)
  Hennessy, Cristal and sticky weed (uh huh)
  A little drop sports coupe's all I want (yeah)
  And I brought the hammer if y'all front (woooh)
    Yeah, the kid been makin these mami's, yell "papacita"
  Since Kangols and shell-top Adidas
  Love when te-ta's look like they'll pop through beaters
  And the hips won't fit in the L-drop two-seater
  But ma' I ain't the type to love ya
  I'm a triflin, good for nothin, type a brother
  This cute face'll make your wife smile
  And I check in two bags and one's just a suitcase full of Lifestyles
  And we both rent out playa
  Difference is you a sweet subsitute, I'm a Penthouse playa
  Y'all seen my rings borders
  It's full of queen and king's daughters, as clean as spring water
  'F's for freakin, 'A's alright (yeah)
  'B's for bottles that pop all night (uh huh)
  'O's for the ounces that I got (say what)
  That we blow everday, know why, why not?
    [Chorus]
  Right now you probably like me, but
  Later on you gonna love me and
  Right now you probably want me, but
  Later on you gonna need me and (yeah)
  Right now you don't like me, but
  Later on you gonna hate me (what)
  And I just got to do it
  Fuck y'all, I'm a keep doin my thing
    It's the hoodrat Hugh Hefner, that bend dimes, too
  The five plus one, sittin on ten times two
  Shorty when I'm through....
  I'm a know if you nice on the mic and if your friend rhyme, too
  It's so funny how I suit the women
  They know I'm still spendin show money from "Superwoman"
  They like "where'd he get those twenties?"
  And "I didn't know that's a color that the coupe could come in, damnit man"
  All I say to the heffers is "Jesus"
  Keep swallowin my kids, mights as well have no nephews and nieces
  I know you wanna sip Proof
  And try an make me crack a smile, just so you can see my chipped tooth
  I'm tryna' get you, in and out of my room
  Just to get, in and out of your womb
  And the rocks in mine glare, somethin like Times Square
  Excuse me miss, you want me to sign where? (sign where?)
    [Chorus]
    Fab's hard to be found
  But most likely I'm with a foreign dame who name's hard to pronounce
  I started out, gettin hard by the ounce
  No more cash in stashes, it's cards in accounts
  The way I make 'em nod to the bounce
  Somebody call Silvia and tell her ship larger amounts
  This playa make 'em scream a scheme
  My closest look like I keep gettin traded from team to team
  Look sleezy, it's difficult but me and Tim the only ones that make pimpin
  look easy
  Tell me how I'm gonna make my album cleaner
  With bitches suckin me up like vacuum cleaners
  Even chickens wanna cluck outside
  (Timbaland: Yo' Fab, it must be the truck outside)
  And mami can't stop eyein
  And when I said my rims was only nineteens, she said "stop lyin!"
    [Chorus]
    [Timbaland talking]
  Say what, say what, uh huh
  You don't need us, huh?
  I see you comin back to her
  Like that, with the two-step
  Fabolous, we out