Fabolous, Jagged Edge, don`t be fool, I`d rather have you ma`
Than everything, I`d give it all, just for you, yeah
You`re the one baby girl, I`ve never been so sure
Your skin`s so pure, the type men go for
The type I drive the Benz slow for
The type I be beepin the horn, rollin down the windows for
Never been no whore
So to get you in closed doors, I buy you everything in those stores
This, that, and those yours
As long as Fabolous the only one you let that grin show for
You ain`t gotta spend no more, I`m a put a rock on your hand
You ain`t gotta say "we just friends" no more
I shine, you shine, it never been no flaws
I ain`t like most who just wanna get in those drawers
`Cause every king need a queen
And with me and you girl I ain`t tryna let a thing in between
It ain`t a thing, nahmean, chicks hate, show `em the ring and the green
And let your middle finger be seen, it`s on

Girl I`d trade it all, money, cars and everything
All, even give up my street dream (my dream)
All, anything to have you on my team (I don`t care baby)
All, baby girl I`d trade it all (I`d trade it, yeah)
Even give up my good green
All, and I`d give the watch and pinky ring (oh yeah)
All, anything to have you on my team
All, baby girl I`d trade it all

Uh, don`t front ma`, you know the way I ball`s to pick and roll
Like Stockton and Malone when we play the mall
I be goin out my way to call
`Cause I love the way your hips make your jeans seem like they too small
Them see-through tops with your titties exposed
When you kick off them shoes there ain`t bitty whose toes as pretty as those
That blonde hair look good, straight down, bun or the braids
And I ain`t gon` talk about them light-browns under your shades
Bust right, thus tight
Got a thick set of thighs and struts like uh
Yo` the game taught this brother to mack
But I think I slipped when I saw them full lips covered with Mac
You got everything that others would lack
Along with the F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S
Your patience I personally admire
`Cause I started out a player now I`m `bout to have my jersey retired, for real

There ain`t no "mights" or "maybe"
I done did wrong, so I`m a make sure it`s right for my baby
You know how tight that my day be
And how long and stressin them flights to L.A. be
Ain`t no rumor gon` get back to your friends
Before I let a ni**a disrespect you I be back in the pen
Front to back you a ten
You got me thinkin `bout puttin a car seat in back of the Benz, uh