Use'ta This

[Intro: Fabolous] Yo, I be tellin' 'em, once they get used to this, they gon' have a hard time tryna find it somewhere else It ain't this real over there [Verse 1: Fabolous] You think livin' my dream came over night, baby Like I ain't had chicken wings over rice, baby I just need me somebody to blow the dice, baby But do you take a bad bitch over a nice lady? Can't say they ain't worth it, just overpriced maybe Can't really tell if she ride, I drove it twice maybe That ass do turn heads like poltergeist, baby Know she put it in her mouth, that overbite crazy I'm tryna chill but really I'm cold as ice, baby You used to hear me in the streets like motorbikes, baby I been stayin' to myself, the social life's shady Your own blood'll watch you bleed, you know that like brazy I outgrow people like baby clothes I hate yes men and maybe hoes Real shit expose a friend that maybe foe You day ones was plottin' on you on the day before Yeah, baby row for baby Joe Johan gettin' big, gave his Rollie to baby bro Yeah, we even hand-me-down different You raisin' kings, you gotta hand 'em crowns different Uh, Cartier Christmasses It's more toys in the driveway than the Christmas list Everybody Gucci, we can smile today This is what we hustle for, Trappy Holidays [Chorus: Trey Songz] Mexicano, workin' nigga, trapaholic Genius nigga, somethin' like I'm Aristotle Hit the gas, baby, I'm talkin' full throttle Beat the odds, the numbers wait, hold up Took a nigga bitch, I'm so used to this Got another whip, I'm so used to this Niggas tellin' lies, I'm so used to this Feelin' too fly for the goofy shit I be goin' dumb on the doofuses Flickin' my thumbs on the blue faces She callin' me daddy, who's the kid? Baby, that's too bad, don't know who's it is [Verse 2: Trey Songz] Money on the nightstand, 100s all folded Still ain't been to sleep, niggas downstairs loaded Lashes on the counter, makeup on the wash cloth R&B thug, give a fuck about a pop star Show a nigga love, I'm just tryna get my rocks off Comin' for the bread, toes pop up like a Pop Tart Bully got the 9 iron, I ain't talkin' Top Gun Say you got the keys, well my niggas poppin' locks off Shout out to my Gs 'cause they know that Trigga got charge Imma put some extra on the chicken like it's hot sauce See a nigga drippin' and what is it if it's not sauce? Tell the pigs we ain't tryna listen, we will not talk Gettin' bankrolls, pullin' hoes and it's my dogs I am not the one to trade, you should try dog One or two Ks, hit the dot, no topped off One or two plays, hit the lot, now the top off Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt like the young nigga say Uzi in the Vert charge that my young nigga take Take that charge for me, boy, take that charge for me Talkin' to my grandma, she say she talk to God for me All the dirt I'm doin', I just pray that God love me All the work I'm doin', yeah sometimes it's hard for me Twerk it all, booty solid, keep it hard for me You know how we ball, Fab threw the lob for me Got my own trap, don't need you to ride for me All these niggas is my sons, I'ma let 'em shine for me Drinkin' vino out the bottle while my baby whine for me Vino out the bottle while my baby whine for me, yeah [Chorus: Trey Songz] Mexicano, workin' nigga, trapaholic Genius nigga, somethin' like I'm Aristotle Hit the gas, baby, I'm talkin' full throttle Beat the odds, the numbers wait, hold up Took a nigga bitch, I'm so used to this Got another whip, I'm so used to this Niggas tellin' lies, I'm so used to this Feelin' too fly for the goofy shit I be goin' dumb on the doofuses Flickin' my thumbs on the blue faces She callin' me daddy, who's the kid? Baby, that's too bad, don't know who's it is