Where My Girls At? [Radio Edit]
702 Uh huh, uh huh, Fabolous, 702
Now of these other chicks don't even come close to you Anythin' less than a dime, ain't negotiable There holla Fabolous when I swing the Testarossa through Maybe cause I'm close to Clue, I be in posters too I rock so much ice, you need shades for a closer view I beep the horn, that's the most I do Like what this player supposed to do Fuck it, pack your bags, let's spend the weekend in Costa boo
See he's my property and any girl that touch I might just call your bluff 'Cause I don't give a fuck Who are you to call my cell Cause any girl that tried has fell
Well put one hand up, can you repeat that Tryin' to take my man, see I don't need that
Well put one hand up, can you repeat that Tryin' to take my man, see I don't need that
Cause I'm a make ya hate me If you decide to mess with mine You done messed up this time
Anything that belongs to me
[Fabolous - talking behind Break] Uh huh, uh huh, Where my girls at? Fabolous, F-A-be -O-L-O-you-S
Don't front ma, who kept you rockin' all the stones? Hit the mall, you can pick and roll like Stockton and Malone Must of dropped bread on my skew, girls be flockin' to my home When I got a case, quick tryin' to get Cochran on the phone
Chicks don't want you in karats, that make your pinkie finger glow They want to argue and are fightin' on the Jerry Springer show Yours friends want Fabolous, there's more fishes in the sea Schemin' since I put the deep dishes on the V
Just to let you know, it's nothin' when you ask for green Took you to Cristal, for them cats and cream I'm the one that had you rockin Icebergs to affairs