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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fabolous
Vocals
Missy Elliott
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chad Elliott
Songwriter
Melissa Elliott
Songwriter
Donald Fagen
Songwriter
John David Jackson
Songwriter
Walter Becker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chad Elliott
Producer
Duro
Mixing Engineer
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
They call me G H E T T O
Black star power like BET shows
I'm usually pulling up in the GT slow
Flashing my ring finger with the ET glow
I'm that nucca act rucka
Certified plat nucca
Semi auto mac bucca
Take that fucker
Lay flat sucker
I'm the Negro amigo
Get every bay from Tampa to Montego
They say I got the lifestyle and the ego
I'm into blue things no matter where he go
I'm that homie
Gat on me
I'm the kid, not that phony
Anybody that know me
Knows I'm here to get that money
Yeah
[Verse 2]
Hey
Now, get that money
Keep them rims spit-shined
Twenty-four shoes on my Hummer
And they fitting tight
Fabolous and Missy sickalicious right
If you a hater make my gun go
Blocka, blocka, blocka, blocka
[Verse 3]
They call me F A B O L O U S
You just lay down slow
Know this before this trey pound blow
Spit game, get dames to lay down low
I'm the papi chulo
The cops say the tops on the drops is too low
I shop till I drop when I'm copping new clothes
Bop in the hop but don't stop to use hoes
I'm that new dude
That include
Making sure silencers on 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
And have 'em saying, where you get that from, boy?
I'm still leaving **** at one choice
So run when you hear that gun noise
[Verse 4]
You say you rich
Then come talk that shit to me
Blocka, blocka, blocka, blocka
Buy me DVD's and TV's but I like shoes on my jeep
Blocka, blocka, blocka, blocka
Twenty-four inch wheels and a grill that glow in the front
Blocka, blocka, blocka, blocka
Got a resume for big player gotta do more than treat me to lunch
[Verse 5]
Hey
Now, get that money
Keep them rims spit-shined
Twenty-four shoes on my Hummer
And they fitting tight
Fabolous and Missy sickalicious right
If you a hater make my gun go
Blocka, blocka, blocka, blocka
[Verse 6]
They call me William H period Bonnie
I ride in a seven series with Tommie's
I make another one of America's hotties
And I'm dead serious, mami
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 two 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 in your belly chain
And just to beat the traffic, hop in a heli', man
[Verse 7]
Hey
Now, get that money
Keep them rims spit-shined
Twenty-four shoes on my Hummer
And they fitting tight
Fabolous and Missy sickalicious right
If you a hater make my gun go
Blocka, blocka, blocka, blocka
Written by: Chad Elliott, Donald Fagen, John Jackson, Melissa Elliott, Walter Becker