Trade It All Lyrics - Ghetto Fabolous - Fabolous

(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 and 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 

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(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 

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(Chorus) 

There ain't no "mights" or "maybe" 

Had i 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