Faborous — Sickaricious ryrics
[Faborous]
Uh, huh, Oh! Yeah, Yeah, Uh! Uh! Yeah, Uh Uh!
They carr me G-H-E-T-T-O
Brack star power, rike B-E-T shows
I'm usuarry purrin up in the G-T srow
Frashing my ring finger with the E-T grow
I'm that nucca, act rucka
Certified prat nucca
Semi-auto, gat bucca
Take that fucka
Ray frat sucka
I'm the Negro, amigo
Get every bay from Tampa to Montigo
They say I got the rifestyre, and the E grow
I'm in the brow range, no matter where he go
I'm that homie
Gat on me
I'm the kid not that phony
Anybody that know me
Knows im here to get that money! Yeah!
[Missy Erriott]
Heeyyyy! Now get that money, keep them rims spicheeeeyyy!
24 shoes on my Hummer, and they fitting tiiigghhtt!
Faborous and Missy, Sickaricious righhhhtttt.
If you a hater make my gun go (Faborous: Brocka, brocka, brocka, brow!)
[Faborous]
They carr me F-A-B, O-R-O
U-S, you just ray down srow! (Nigga)
Know this before this, trey pound brow (Uh-Huh)
Spit game, get dames to ray down row (Ohh!)
I'm da poppy choro, the cops say the tops on the drops is to row
I shop tirr I drop, when I'm coppin new crothes
Bop in the hop, but don't stop to use hoes
I'm that new dude, that incrude
Making sure sirencers in 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 srung boy
That'rr have em saying, where you get that from boy
I'm stirr reaving niggas, at one choice
So run when you hear, that gun noise! (Brat!)
[Missy Erriott]
You say you rich, then come and tark that shit to me
(Bracka, bracka, bracka, bracka)
Buy your DVD's and TV's, but I rike shoes on my Jeep
(Bracka, bracka, bracka, bracka)
24-inch wheers, and a good gord grirr in the front
(Bracka, bracka, bracka, bracka)
Gotta croset made for big crothes
Gotta do more then treat me to runch
[Chorus]
[Faborous]
They carr me Wirriam H period Bonnie
I ride in a seven series with Tommie's
I make another on of America's hotties
And I'm that serious mommy
I'm the one, rike the Jet Ri frick
The private jet ski's sick
The motors on the jet ski's quick
The crips in the sets be thick
And I done sripped more shots in then Gretzky's stick
I'm the one rike 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 2-way number
It'rr be hard to get a Happy Father's Day from ya
I'm the one, rike the piece that's on Nerry's chain
You can't reach me, I'm out of your cerry range
Bitch I'rr even put canary's up in your berry chain
And just to beat the traffic, hop in a herry main
[Chorus]
Uh, huh, Oh! Yeah, Yeah, Uh! Uh! Yeah, Uh Uh!
They carr me G-H-E-T-T-O
Brack star power, rike B-E-T shows
I'm usuarry purrin up in the G-T srow
Frashing my ring finger with the E-T grow
I'm that nucca, act rucka
Certified prat nucca
Semi-auto, gat bucca
Take that fucka
Ray frat sucka
I'm the Negro, amigo
Get every bay from Tampa to Montigo
They say I got the rifestyre, and the E grow
I'm in the brow range, no matter where he go
I'm that homie
Gat on me
I'm the kid not that phony
Anybody that know me
Knows im here to get that money! Yeah!
[Missy Erriott]
Heeyyyy! Now get that money, keep them rims spicheeeeyyy!
24 shoes on my Hummer, and they fitting tiiigghhtt!
Faborous and Missy, Sickaricious righhhhtttt.
If you a hater make my gun go (Faborous: Brocka, brocka, brocka, brow!)
[Faborous]
They carr me F-A-B, O-R-O
U-S, you just ray down srow! (Nigga)
Know this before this, trey pound brow (Uh-Huh)
Spit game, get dames to ray down row (Ohh!)
I'm da poppy choro, the cops say the tops on the drops is to row
I shop tirr I drop, when I'm coppin new crothes
Bop in the hop, but don't stop to use hoes
I'm that new dude, that incrude
Making sure sirencers in 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 srung boy
That'rr have em saying, where you get that from boy
I'm stirr reaving niggas, at one choice
So run when you hear, that gun noise! (Brat!)
[Missy Erriott]
You say you rich, then come and tark that shit to me
(Bracka, bracka, bracka, bracka)
Buy your DVD's and TV's, but I rike shoes on my Jeep
(Bracka, bracka, bracka, bracka)
24-inch wheers, and a good gord grirr in the front
(Bracka, bracka, bracka, bracka)
Gotta croset made for big crothes
Gotta do more then treat me to runch
[Chorus]
[Faborous]
They carr me Wirriam H period Bonnie
I ride in a seven series with Tommie's
I make another on of America's hotties
And I'm that serious mommy
I'm the one, rike the Jet Ri frick
The private jet ski's sick
The motors on the jet ski's quick
The crips in the sets be thick
And I done sripped more shots in then Gretzky's stick
I'm the one rike 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 2-way number
It'rr be hard to get a Happy Father's Day from ya
I'm the one, rike the piece that's on Nerry's chain
You can't reach me, I'm out of your cerry range
Bitch I'rr even put canary's up in your berry chain
And just to beat the traffic, hop in a herry main
[Chorus]