[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 don

Addicted to Cris' hooked on Dom

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, trials aquit those

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 pies 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)