Fabolous - Right Now Later On Lyrics
[timbaland]Uh, cmon, uh, cmon[fabolous]Uh, william h. bonnie, ma I make you famous[fabolous]Some little pretty mamis is all I need (yeah)Hennessy,cristal, and sticky weed (uh huh)A little drop sports cuopes all I need (yeah)And I brought the hammer if yall front (woooh)Yeah, the kid been makin these mamis, yall papacitaSince kangols and shell-top adidasLove when te-tas look like they pop through beatersAnd the hips wont fit in the l-drop two-seaterBut ma I aint the type to love yaIm a triflin, good for nothin, type a brotherThis cute facell make your wife smileAnd I check in two bags and ones just a suitcase full of liftstylesAnd we both rent out playaDifference is you a sweet subsitute, Im a penthouse playaYall seen my rings bordersIts full of queen and kings daughters, as clean as spring waterfs for the freakin, as alright (yeah)bs for bottles that pop all night(uh huh)os for the ounces that I got (say what)That we blow everyday, know why, why not?[chorus]Right now you probably like me, butLater no you gonna love me andRight now you probably want me, butLater on you gonna need me and (yeah)Right now you dont like me, butLater on you gonna hate me (what)And just got to do itF*** yall, Im a keep doin my thingIts the hoodrat hugh hefner, that bend dimes, tooThe five plus one, sittin on ten times twoShorty when Im through.....Im a know if you nice on the mic and if your friend rhyme, tooIts so funny how I suit the womenThey know Im still spendin show money from superwomanThey like whered he get those twenties?And I didnt know thats a color that a coupe could come in, damnit manAll I say to the heffers is jesusKeep swallowin my kids, might as well have no nephews and niecesI know you wanna slip proofAnd try an make me crack a smile, just so you can see my chipped toothIm tryna get you, in and out of my roomJust to get, in and out of my wombAnd rocks in mine glare, somethin, like times squareExcuse me miss, you want me to sign where? (sign where? )[chorus]Fabs hard to be foundBut most likely Im with a foreign damn who names hard to pronouceI started out, gettin hard by the ounceNo more cash in stashes, its cards in accountsThe way I make em nod to the bounceSomebody call silvia and tell her ship larger amountsThis playa make em scream a schemeMy closest look like I keep gettin traded from team to teamLooks sleezy, its difficult but me and tim the only ones that make pimpinLook easyTell me how Im gonna make my album cleanerEven b****** suckin me like vacuum cleanersEven chickens wanna cluck outside(timbaland: yo fab, it must be the truck outside)And mami cant stop eyeinAnd when I said my rims was only nineteens, she said stop lyin![chorus][timbaland talking]Say what, say what, uh huhYou dont need us, huh?I see you comin back to herLike that, with the two stepFabolous, we out
