[Fabolous talking before first verse]
  Brooklyn, uh uh uh uh
  Huh Huh uh huh do it huh Yea
  Uh Uh do it huh huh what ya'll want huh
    [Verse 1]
    Rollin, gold two seater
  Stash in the dash
  Hole through heaters
  Blockahhhhh put holes through beaters
  Ghetto Fab stroll through Cheetahs
  Ballin, Brooklyn dawn
  Addicted to Crys hooked on Don
  15 G's hookers on
  Ma, I wanna see how you look in thongs
  Hustlin, guys that send Po's
  Cause I chop rocks the size of mentos
  Blame me, trials aquit those
  Look at the hurt your eyes will squit close
  Pimpin' here's a new way to flirt
  Listen to the two way alert
  It goes (2 way beeps in song's beat)
  Lets go VIP boo raise your skirt
    [Chorus 1]
    Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
  Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
  Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
  Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
  Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
  Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
  Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
  Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
    [Verse 2]
    I'm Gangsta
  Ya'll just wannabe's
  Federal Agents on their P's
  30 grand 28 on the keys
  Gotta good lawyer I'm gonna squeeze
  Thuggin' jeans and Tim's
  Fitted to the front lean the brim
  Ride but never on teenage rims
  And I keep a chick's face between limbs
  Stylin ya'll heard about my kick game
  I'm on the parkway see me at the Knick game
  Probably seen this tatted on your chick frame
  F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S
  Ridin Ya'll know as well I do
  That's the way you can tell I flew
  So I got a deal I sell pot too
  Cause before I hit the pens I'm gettin bailed by Clue
    [Chorus 2]
  Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
  Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
  Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
  Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
  Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
  Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
  Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
  Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
    [Verse 3]
    Cruisin top on the Mercedes low
  Turn us up when you hear this on the radio
  Blastin with the nineteen eighty flow
  Make the necks on the ladies go (wooo wooop)
  Holla that's what a pretty thug will do
  Hit Branson get a fifty jug or two
  Ya'll throwin on them gritty mugs for who
  Like ya'll don't know what fifty slugs will do
  Hatin I just bought the bulls
  I put ya'll in the front page articles
  I got em lookin at the billboard charts confused
  And I still freestyle to start the Clue's
  Reppin I'm that kid about the doe
  I done copped coke and started droughts before
  Shit Platinum out the door
  Now I drop the top down just to shout to hoes
    [Chorus 3]
  Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
  Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
  Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
  Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
  Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
  Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
  Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
  Holla back back back back...(Hoooo Hoooo! until music fades)