[Intro]  Yeah man, Real Talk New York  Yeah man, Street F-F-F-Fitted, Damn  Yeah man    [Chorus]  Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)  Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)  Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)  Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)    [Verse 1]  And they say what comes around goes around  So the cristal rolls ya down til it slows ya down  I got a smoother style  Fo me it's +Slow Motion+ like Juvenile  'Til I pass through ya areas  The SLR, class lookin' serious, they has to be curious  You never seen one of the nastiest lyricist  Speed through like he in the +Fast and the Furious+  Like Pharrell, we stand on bars  Girls on us like a fan on stars  500 Grand on cars, you'll see a man on Mars  Before a nigga lay a hand on ours  Catch me in a Diamond chain and a thick cuban  In the piece lookin' somethin' like Rick Rubin  Put a grin on ya face, then spin in ya waist  The world look like it's spinnin' in space    [Chorus w/ ad libs: Fabolous {Girl}]  Whoa, whoa, slow down mami  {Uh uh, ya betta keep up daddy}  {I show ya how to get ya roll on all ya gotta do is hold on}  {and it goes}  Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)  {Round and Round and Round and Round} (WHOA!)  Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)  {Round and Round and Round and Round} (WHOA!)    [Fabolous]  What comes around goes back around again  And niggaz gon' act up now again  And What goes up must come down  And I'll be here like What's Up now?    [Verse 2]  I do the yankee rockin' wit a lean  Know ya can't knock it when ya clean  Girls want me on they ass like back pockets on the jeans  I just try to plug into the socket in between  Then watch me do my step  At the same time throwin' up who I rep  Street F-F-F-F-Fitted damn  No other way to put it to ya ma'am  But the look'll say D-D-D-D-Damn  I can throw down like a killa  Put slugs and banana clips that'll slow down gorillas, Girl  Move like you in a Hula Hoop  Then blow me like you tryin' to cool ya soup, I'm Hot  (WHOA!) (WHOA!)    [Chorus w/ ad libs: Fabolous {Girl}]  Whoa, whoa, slow down mami  {Uh uh, ya betta keep up daddy}  {I show ya how to get ya roll on all ya gotta do is hold on}  {and it goes}  Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)  {Round and Round and Round and Round} (WHOA!)  Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)  {Round and Round and Round and Round} (WHOA!)    [Verse 3]  I'm lookin' for a 10 cent wifey  Cool as a 10 cent icey  That'll fit in vince nicely  Let 'em get close  Tell 'em play dimmy  Imma get swazy, you can get ghost  Well, F-A-Beezy, F-A-Sheezy  To the press suite at the F-O-Ceezy  I'm lookin' at you (Yeah, man)  You lookin' at me (Yeah, man)  Slow down ma, ya speedin' again  You can put the top down and blow weed in the wind  But fo now, let yo hips go to this  Betta yet, let ya lips blow a kiss  When I dip low and flip, show the wrist  It looks like a froze hypno and cris  (WHOA!) (WHOA!)  And I'm in amazing shape  With the DR flag on a bathe of apes  (WHOA!) (WHOA!)    [Chorus w/ ad libs: Fabolous {Girl}]  Whoa, whoa, slow down mami  {Uh uh, ya betta keep up daddy}  {I show ya how to get ya roll on all ya gotta do is hold on}  {and it goes}  Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)  {Round and Round and Round and Round} (WHOA!)  Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)  {Round and Round and Round and Round} (WHOA!)