Fabolous - Do It Again (Throw Ya Hands Up) lyrics

[Intro] Live from the 702, y'all know what this is Ta-ha, thank God it's Friday Felt it was only right In case you ain't think I could do it again Oh, I'm a do it again That Brooklyn flow, n***a, ha [Hook] Throw they hands up (Yeah) Throw they hands up (Oh) Throw they hands up (Oh) Throw they hands up (Yeah) Throw they hands up (Yeah) Throw they hands up (Yeah) Throw they hands up (Yeah) Throw they hands up [Verse 1] You know how your boy come through on a Friday I'm a smooth operator like Sade I'll put you in your place like valet But they ain't really about nothin' like Wale Yeah, I ain't talkin' 'bout no album Time to turn up, I ain't talkin' 'bout no volume Crazy up in here, I ain't talkin' 'bout asylums You ain't talkin' income, then walkin' outs the outcome You ex on a n***a, I ain't talkin' bout no Malcolm Bird from Atlanta, I ain't talkin' 'bout no falcons No 'Julio' Jones or 'Roddy' White But she could catch it like them if her body tight If she walk in them Zanottis right If she stretch it like Pilates, right If she ride it like Ducati bikes But you ain't f**in' everybody, right? You ain't out here bein' thotty, right? I mean, I see a lot of thots whenever I'm in the club I play my cards right, grab a dime in the club Sippin' Ace of Spade, got my nine in the club Cause n***as be tryin' to jack a diamonds in clubs See, you know how I be, posted up on IG Get under they skin like IV Check a Internet thug down by IP He ain't carry guns, all he carry was ID And, see, now a n***a b**hin' up Talkin' quick, in your face, now the story switchin' up How they gon' pray for your downfall, then wish they up? [Bridge] 1 a.m., on my way to the club 2 a.m., it was goin' up 3 a.m., bad b**hes with us 4 a.m., now they leavin' with us 5 a.m., at the after hours 6 a.m., now we at the house 6:15, I be diggin' her out 7:15, Uber en route 8 a.m., ESPN 1 a.m., I'm gon' do it again We gon', we gon', we gon' do it again [Verse 2] How the f** you gon' talk about emcees on my heels When all I see is Timb trees on my heels? New black Spur, them Bs on the wheels Pull up anywhere, Tim D. in your grill Don't come at me on some, 'She still my girl' I'm rich, boy, I throw some Ds in your girl All I be givin' is some G to your girl Dick in a box from me to your girl So, you got a flow, that's cool with me I hear the freestyles, that's cool with me I see your little cars, little j**elries But none of y'all motherf**ers can fool with me You know that funeral flow spit eulogies You tryin' to fool a Gs, I'm tryin' to fool a G Put some gas in the game, few j**els for me You tryin' to trick us with a fake chain, foolery I just hit two mil on the Instagram I should post two mil on the Instagram Get this on if you ever go against the fam I sit on thrones, I don't sit on benches, fan f** the snakes, I'm ridin' with Kane When I bring that Dodge Vipe out, python piped out The wave is mine, I never wiped out If you was countin', you would have less to type out Get your money up, hustlin', grindin' zoein', finessin' f** that, everybody, come on [Hook] Throw they hands up Throw they hands up [Bridge] [Outro] Y'all know what it is, world-famous DJ Clue Desert Storm, that kid Loso Bar for bar, best in the game, n***a I said it, uh-huh, live from the 702 That street fam Throw they hands up