Right Above It

[Intro: Trey Songz] And she keep tellin me you know you the shit Ladies throw ya hands up that's if you the shit Walk up in the club & they knew I was the shit Shittin on err'body that's up in this bitch [Verse 1: Fabolous] Pledge alegence to the shit, hands where ya hearts are Matter fact salute the shit, hands where ya parts are Still make a fuckin movie, girls gon want they parts on I get brain in the whip. who needs a smart car? Call me when it's real beef, fuck all of this hardd talk Niggas dnt touch keys cept for when they start cars They jus talkn out they ass those are fart bars I bring the toaster where ever you pop tarts are Play with funerals get cha ass burried, you should shut your fruity ass up raspberry Jus got that rolls royce so this black man, got bitches chasin a ghost ms. pacman I know ya'll listenin I trace all tabs I'm buyin Audemars to match my baseball caps White & navy joint, let's watch the yankees I'm gettin big deposits, you gettin bank fees You lil niggas jus remember that you ain't me Write your award speach & don't forget to thank me What am I to do know? They try to be me on wax at Madame Tussauds [Chorus: Trey Songz] And you know I'm the shit, and you know I don't care what you think about it bitch Cause ain't nobody, ain't nobody, ain't nobody like me Ladies askin questions like " trigga one night please? " [Verese 2: Trey Songz] Ain't nobody gettin married, but I am the best man I will be the greatest, I will except nothin less than I had 8 of em and that's just in a section, they all swallow & gobble call it digestion Women dance on my sack call it dickonyx, the shit read lips till it's hookd on vomit I'm a bragga ya shawty you kno I prolly had her I'm a born star, porn star, shes a ghetto gagger Rockin platinum, I never got the plaque Still I drop 30 grand up at Saks I made it out nigga you know how the hood be I got the game sewed up like some good weave You got it all fucked up like a lacefront I got the girls gettin low like a base drum I'm on some rich shit, you on a bitch trip, grab ya purse nigga with cha lipstick I'm such a dickheadd, they call me arogant One question... what the fuck you starein at? I'm the shitt boy you can ask ya home girl, I'm a hold yours that's until I get my own girl [Chorus: Trey Songz] And you know I'm the shit, and you know I don't care what you think about it bitch Cause ain't nobody, ain't nobody, ain't nobody like me Ladies askin questions like " trigga one night please? " [Verse 3: Trey Songz] I made em a believer now my head big Gina Like em with they ass big Trina Beat it up in private & they like it so I'm Ike & call em Tina Me, Her & Her girlfriend and they dikin have you seen em? I swear I'm doper then these muhhfuckas realize Hit he club all black like seal eyes I am hell on earth, I'm trynna live in heaven Come fly with me MJ2K11 Look in the mirror & it's clearer than it has been I talk shit to the homie like he my glass twin I say don't let them get a head of me, they want them instead of me But I'm so much better, aye, you know how it better be I'm a sail pass niggas cruise to a better sea Same light, same night, but I'm in a better vee Plus my flow hotter than a hoxtables sweater be And she talk dirty like a throw away beretta b [Bridge: Trey Songz] Now come and fuck with em, and if you don't really I don't give a fuck Nigga I'm onn, so catch me if you can, and if you ain't know I don't really give a damn Shouts to all the girls in the club shakin asses Shout out to the hood and the furniture with plastic Now we carry wadds of the cash in the plastic I got this whole shit mastered [Chorus: Trey Songz] And you know I'm the shit, and you know I don't care what you think about it bitch Cause ain't nobody, ain't nobody, ain't nobody like me Ladies askin questions like " trigga one night please? "