[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, I try to end hoes  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)