I Won't Tell Lyrics - The Elephant In The Room - Fat Joe

Baby you could keep a secret? 

Calca, Krills mania 

Hey, hey 

Fresh off the runway, pair of white Nikes 

Phantom top drop on that I-95 

Pink seersucker suit, who but I? 

On my way to party at Karut, NY 

Now I aint gotta tell you that them boys pop bottles, 

And mami's lookin like America's top model, 

She says "Your earring, look at that thing, 

That's even bigger than the rock on my ring 

Now she gotta man, plays for the Hawks, 

I'm like come on ma, you know me run New York 

J's in the background, put you to bed 

Says she got brains so I'm looking ahead 

Then I'm looking for bread, I gotta eat on these streets 

Shit, 17.5 bout to holla at Jeez 

I'm a real nigga, real niggaz do real things, 

And I can keep a secret is the song that I sing, nadamean 

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Baby I won't tell 

If you don't want me to 

Cuz I got a thing for you 

And I'd do anything for you 

Baby I won't tell 

I'd never do that to you 

Cuz baby you got it, and you got me 

I got a thing for you 

A material girl, in a material world 

Venus, Serena, my cereal girls (Wheaties) 

What you know about having dinner on a jet 

Make it back before the DJ's finished with his set 

Now they call me the birdman, when them doors ajar 

Ghost ride the whip like I'm from Oakland y'all 

Its the Crack man, and he ain't got a shot in the dark 

The wrist is Jacob, earring Chopard 

Went to chows for chows out, know it's the same thing 

Bills so high, they throw in the champagne 

I'm a real nigga, real niggaz do real things 

And I can keep a secret is the song that I sing, nadamean 

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Baby I won't tell 

If you don't want me to 

Cuz I got a thing for you 

And I'd do anything for you 

Baby I won't tell 

I'd never do that to you 

Cuz baby you got it, and you got me 

I got a thing for you 

Millionaire frames, perrir rugs 

Everyday a different chain, nigga get your gear up 

Name another fat guy fly like me 

And get you right, lay pipe all night like me 

Call you fruity pebbles, cuz you got so many spa bags 

Purple ones, yellow ones, sky blue, the white bag 

Hermes, shit wherever you lay your eyes at 

Red card, black card, I could buy that 

Louis Vuitton, I'm truly the don, 

Christian, Lou Vuitton the bluest charm 

I'm a real nigga, real niggaz do real things 

And I can keep a secret is the song that I sing, nadamean 

Baby I won't tell 

If you don't want me to 

Cuz I got a thing for you 

And I'd do anything for you 

Baby I won't tell 

I'd never do that to you 

Cuz baby you got it, and you got me 

I got a thing for you 

Yeah, see I won't tell, I won't tell, no no no no no no, yeah yeah yeah