[Intro]

Fever Baby 

OK, alright 

Brooklyn, 

Uh-Oh Uh-Oh 

Yeah Uh Huh 



Bitches throw ya drinks up, Style when we be comin' in 

Niggas throw ya guns up, Whyle when we be runnin in 

And all that ain't nothin, We at the bar frontin 

Its necessary, We stays in Burburry (Whooooo) 



[Verse 1]

You know how it go, Fox and Gav

In a navy blue Rov, Stuttin in Halo 

On the I-95, Keepin it live 

In the hood, in the 5, Front of Kennedy Fried (Whooooo)  

Then slide off with a NBA jump-off 

Or a nice lil' rapper, Whoever money stack up 

Duke, Cop a little H-Tod shoe 

And them little boxer dudes, Get a watch or two (Whoa) 

It aint greed, Yall got kids to feed 

Fuck it, All he wanna do is kill it and leave 

So, Lay low and throw the pussy like the free throw 

Brooklyn broad and bet I keep the heat low 



[Hook]

Its necessary, We styles in Burburry  

And our walk is mean in them Frankie B. jeans bwoy 

Its necessary, We stays in Burburry 

And a Mark Jacob bag and a H-Tod shoe (Whoo) 

[x2]



[Verse 2]

When we walk up in the club, Niggas be like, "OH!" 

They aint got no dough? Bet we be like, "NO!" 

We bout our paper and all that fam 

Rollin through Planet Hollywood knockin that Killa Cam (Whoa) 

Up in V.I.P. with F.B. 

With a nice throw back, Right below a good G

Now, dude is ill, I'm lovin his boys 

I'm all, seing he's gangsta, I'm watching him swift now 

They wanna see us, Bitches they wanna be us 

Fox and Althea in a powder blue two seater 

We the truth in our Juicy sweat suits 

When we come through ya town, Every'ting shut down 



[Hook x2]



[Verse 3]

20's with the rims, B-custom kitted Bently 

And everything we do, They assist like Jamaal Tinsley 

Cocky bastard, I only spits acid 

Slept on Broken Silence, Fever bout to smash it 

This here's a classic, We keeps it drastic 

I'm all engaged engaged to dough and married to plastic

And you know how we do, Fresh pair Air Force 2's

With the toaster, Kobe pull over (Whoo) 



[Hook x2]