[Fabolous talking]
  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
    [Chorus - Jagged Edge]
  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
    [Fabolous]
  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
    [Chorus]
    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 nigga 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
    [(Chorus) 3x]