Right Above It lyrics

[Intro: Trey Songz]
And she keep tellin me you know you the sh*t
Ladies throw ya hands up that's if you the sh*t
Walk up in the club & they knew I was the sh*t
sh*ttin on err'body that's up in this b*tch

[Verse 1: Fabolous]
Pledge alegence to the sh*t, hands where ya hearts are
Matter fact salute the sh*t, hands where ya parts are
Still make a f*ckin movie, girls gon want they parts on
I get brain in the whip. who needs a smart car?
Call me when it's real beef, f*ck all of this hardd talk
n*ggas dnt touch keys cept for when they start cars
They jus talkn out they ass those are fart bars
I bring the toaster where ever you pop tarts are
Play with funerals get cha ass burried, you should shut your fruity ass up raspberry
Jus got that rolls royce so this black man, got b*tches chasin a ghost ms. pacman
I know ya'll listenin I trace all tabs
I'm buyin Audemars to match my baseball caps
White & navy joint, let's watch the yankees
I'm gettin big deposits, you gettin bank fees
You lil n*ggas jus remember that you ain't me
Write your award speach & don't forget to thank me
What am I to do know?
They try to be me on wax at Madame Tussauds
[Chorus: Trey Songz]
And you know I'm the sh*t, and you know I don't care what you think about it b*tch
Cause ain't nobody, ain't nobody, ain't nobody like me
Ladies askin questions like " trigga one night please? "

[Verese 2: Trey Songz]
Ain't nobody gettin married, but I am the best man
I will be the greatest, I will except nothin less than
I had 8 of em and that's just in a section, they all swallow & gobble call it digestion
Women dance on my sack call it di*konyx, the sh*t read lips till it's hookd on vomit
I'm a bragga ya shawty you kno I prolly had her
I'm a born star, porn star, shes a ghetto gagger
Rockin platinum, I never got the plaque
Still I drop 30 grand up at Saks
I made it out n*gga you know how the hood be
I got the game sewed up like some good weave
You got it all f*cked up like a lacefront
I got the girls gettin low like a base drum
I'm on some rich sh*t, you on a b*tch trip, grab ya purse n*gga with cha lipstick
I'm such a di*kheadd, they call me arogant
One question... what the f*ck you starein at?
I'm the sh*tt boy you can ask ya home girl, I'm a hold yours that's until I get my own girl

[Chorus: Trey Songz]
And you know I'm the sh*t, and you know I don't care what you think about it b*tch
Cause ain't nobody, ain't nobody, ain't nobody like me
Ladies askin questions like " trigga one night please? "
[Verse 3: Trey Songz]
I made em a believer now my head big Gina
Like em with they ass big Trina
Beat it up in private & they like it so I'm Ike & call em Tina
Me, Her & Her girlfriend and they dikin have you seen em?
I swear I'm doper then these muhhf*ckas realize
Hit he club all black like seal eyes
I am hell on earth, I'm trynna live in heaven
Come fly with me MJ2K11
Look in the mirror & it's clearer than it has been
I talk sh*t to the homie like he my glass twin
I say don't let them get a head of me, they want them instead of me
But I'm so much better, aye, you know how it better be
I'm a sail pass n*ggas cruise to a better sea
Same light, same night, but I'm in a better vee
Plus my flow hotter than a hoxtables sweater be
And she talk dirty like a throw away beretta b

[Bridge: Trey Songz]
Now come and f*ck with em, and if you don't really I don't give a f*ck
n*gga I'm onn, so catch me if you can, and if you ain't know I don't really give a damn
Shouts to all the girls in the club shakin asses
Shout out to the hood and the furniture with plastic
Now we carry wadds of the cash in the plastic
I got this whole sh*t mastered
[Chorus: Trey Songz]
And you know I'm the sh*t, and you know I don't care what you think about it b*tch
Cause ain't nobody, ain't nobody, ain't nobody like me
Ladies askin questions like " trigga one night please? "