[Intro]

Yeah man, Real Talk New York

Yeah man, Street F-F-F-Fitted, Damn

Yeah man



[Chorus]

Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)

Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)

Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)

Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)



[Verse 1]

And they say what comes around goes around

So the cristal rolls ya down til it slows ya down

I got a smoother style

Fo me it's +Slow Motion+ like Juvenile

'Til I pass through ya areas

The SLR, class lookin' serious, they has to be curious

You never seen one of the nastiest lyricist

Speed through like he in the +Fast and the Furious+

Like Pharrell, we stand on bars

Girls on us like a fan on stars

500 Grand on cars, you'll see a man on Mars

Before a nigga lay a hand on ours

Catch me in a Diamond chain and a thick cuban

In the piece lookin' somethin' like Rick Rubin

Put a grin on ya face, then spin in ya waist

The world look like it's spinnin' in space



[Chorus w/ ad libs: Fabolous {Girl}]

Whoa, whoa, slow down mami

{Uh uh, ya betta keep up daddy}

{I show ya how to get ya roll on all ya gotta do is hold on}

{and it goes}

Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)

{Round and Round and Round and Round} (WHOA!)

Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)

{Round and Round and Round and Round} (WHOA!)



[Fabolous]

What comes around goes back around again

And niggaz gon' act up now again

And What goes up must come down

And I'll be here like What's Up now?



[Verse 2]

I do the yankee rockin' wit a lean

Know ya can't knock it when ya clean

Girls want me on they ass like back pockets on the jeans

I just try to plug into the socket in between

Then watch me do my step

At the same time throwin' up who I rep

Street F-F-F-F-Fitted damn

No other way to put it to ya ma'am

But the look'll say D-D-D-D-Damn

I can throw down like a killa

Put slugs and banana clips that'll slow down gorillas, Girl

Move like you in a Hula Hoop

Then blow me like you tryin' to cool ya soup, I'm Hot

(WHOA!) (WHOA!)



[Chorus w/ ad libs: Fabolous {Girl}]

Whoa, whoa, slow down mami

{Uh uh, ya betta keep up daddy}

{I show ya how to get ya roll on all ya gotta do is hold on}

{and it goes}

Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)

{Round and Round and Round and Round} (WHOA!)

Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)

{Round and Round and Round and Round} (WHOA!)



[Verse 3]

I'm lookin' for a 10 cent wifey

Cool as a 10 cent icey

That'll fit in vince nicely

Let 'em get close

Tell 'em play dimmy

Imma get swazy, you can get ghost

Well, F-A-Beezy, F-A-Sheezy

To the press suite at the F-O-Ceezy

I'm lookin' at you (Yeah, man)

You lookin' at me (Yeah, man)

Slow down ma, ya speedin' again

You can put the top down and blow weed in the wind

But fo now, let yo hips go to this

Betta yet, let ya lips blow a kiss

When I dip low and flip, show the wrist

It looks like a froze hypno and cris

(WHOA!) (WHOA!)

And I'm in amazing shape

With the DR flag on a bathe of apes

(WHOA!) (WHOA!)



[Chorus w/ ad libs: Fabolous {Girl}]

Whoa, whoa, slow down mami

{Uh uh, ya betta keep up daddy}

{I show ya how to get ya roll on all ya gotta do is hold on}

{and it goes}

Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)

{Round and Round and Round and Round} (WHOA!)

Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)

{Round and Round and Round and Round} (WHOA!)