Fabolous

Fabolous - Right Now And Later On lyrics

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Uh, c'mon, uh, c'mon
 (Fabolous)
 Uh, William H. Bonnie, ma' I make you famous

 (Fabolous)
 Some little pretty mami's is all I need (yeah)
 Hennessy, Cristal and sticky weed (uh huh)
 A little drop sports coupe's all I want (yeah)
 And I brought the hammer if y'all front (woooh)

 Yeah, the kid been makin these mami's, yell "papacita"
 Since Kangols and shell-top Adidas
 Love when te-ta's look like they'll pop through beaters
 And the hips won't fit in the L-drop two-seater
 But ma' I ain't the type to love ya
 I'm a triflin, good for nothin, type a brother
 This cute face'll make your wife smile
 And I check in two bags and one's just a suitcase full of Lifestyles
 And we both rent out playa
 Difference is you a sweet subsitute, I'm a Penthouse playa
 Y'all seen my rings borders
 It's full of queen and king's daughters, as clean as spring water
 'F's for freakin, 'A's alright (yeah)
 'B's for bottles that pop all night (uh huh)
 'O's for the ounces that I got (say what)
 That we blow everday, know why, why not?

 (Chorus)
 Right now you probably like me, but
 Later on you gonna love me and
 Right now you probably want me, but
 Later on you gonna need me and (yeah)
 Right now you don't like me, but
 Later on you gonna hate me (what)
 And I just got to do it
 Fuck y'all, I'm a keep doin my thing

 It's the hoodrat Hugh Hefner, that bend dimes, too
 The five plus one, sittin on ten times two
 Shorty when I'm through....
 I'm a know if you nice on the mic and if your friend rhyme, too
 It's so funny how I suit the women
 They know I'm still spendin show money from "Superwoman"
 They like "where'd he get those twenties?"
 And "I didn't know that's a color that the coupe could come in, damnit man"
 All I say to the heffers is "Jesus"
 Keep swallowin my kids, mights as well have no nephews and nieces
 I know you wanna sip Proof
 And try an make me crack a smile, just so you can see my chipped tooth
 I'm tryna' get you, in and out of my room
 Just to get, in and out of your womb
 And the rocks in mine glare, somethin like Times Square
 Excuse me miss, you want me to sign where? (sign where?)

 (Chorus)

 Fab's hard to be found
 But most likely I'm with a foreign dame who name's hard to pronounce
 I started out, gettin hard by the ounce
 No more cash in stashes, it's cards in accounts
 The way I make 'em nod to the bounce
 Somebody call Silvia and tell her ship larger amounts
 This playa make 'em scream a scheme
 My closest look like I keep gettin traded from team to team
 Look sleezy, it's difficult but me and Tim the only ones that make pimpin
 look easy
 Tell me how I'm gonna make my album cleaner
 With bitches suckin me up like vacuum cleaners
 Even chickens wanna cluck outside
 (Timbaland: Yo' Fab, it must be the truck outside)
 And mami can't stop eyein
 And when I said my rims was only nineteens, she said "stop lyin!"

 (Chorus)

 (Timbaland talking)
 Say what, say what, uh huh
 You don't need us, huh?
 I see you comin back to her
 Like that, with the two-step
 Fabolous, we out
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