Fat Joe Feat. J. Holiday – I Won’t Tell

Fresh off the runway pale white Nike’s
Phantom top drop on that I-95
Pink see us suckas’ who but I?
I’m on my way to party at Corut NY
Now I ain’t gotta tell you that them boys pop bottles
And mami’s lookin’ like Americas top mode
She said ya earring, look at that thing
That’s even bigger then the rock on my ring
Now she’s got a man, plays for the hawks.
I’m like come on ma you know me run New York
J’s in the background put you to bed
Says she’s got brains so I’m lookin’ ahead
And I’m lookin’ for bread, I gotta eat on these streets
Shit 17-5 bout 2 holla at Gs
I’m a real nigga, real niggas do real things
And I can keep a secret it’s the song that I sing

Baby I
I, wont, wont, tell, tell
If you don’t want me to
‘Cause I got a thing for you
And I’d do anything for you, girl anything
Baby I, I, wont, wont, tell, tell
I’d never do that to you
‘Cause baby you got it and you got me
I got a thing for you

A material girl in a material world
Venus, Serena, my cereal girls
What you know about havin’ dinner on a jet?
Make it back before the D-J’s finished with his set
Now they call me the Birdman
When the doors ajar
Ghost ride the whip like I’m from Oakland y’all
It’s the crack man and he ain’t got a shot, the don
The wrist is Jacob earring chapard
When the chows for chows out
Know it’s the same thing
Bills so high, they throwin’ the champagne
I’ma real nigga, real niggas do real things
And I can keep a secret, it’s the song that I sing

Baby I
I, wont, wont, tell, tell
If you don’t want me to
‘Cause I got a thing for you
And I’d do anything for you, girl anything
Baby I, I, wont, wont, tell, tell
I’d never do that to you
‘Cause baby you got it and you got me
I got a thing for you

Millionaire frames, perrir rocks
Everyday a different chain nigga get ya gear up
Name another fat guy fly like me
And get you right laid pie all night like me
Call you fruity pebbles ’cause you got so many spy bags purple ones,
Yellow ones, sky blue the white bag
Hermes shit where ever you lay your eyes at
Red card, black card, I could buy that
Louis Vutton I’m truly the don
Christian, Lou Vutton the blue is charm
I’m a real nigga, real niggas do real things
And I can keep a secret is the song that I sing

Baby I
I, wont, wont, tell, tell
If you don’t want me to
‘Cause I got a thing for you
And I’d do anything for you, girl anything
Baby I, I, wont, wont, tell, tell
I’d never do that to you
‘Cause baby you got it and you got me
I got a thing for you