(-Intro-)
  Fever Baby
  OK, alright
  Brooklyn,
  Uh-Oh Uh-Oh
  Yeah Uh Huh
  
  Bitches throw ya drinks up, Style when we be comin' in
  Niggas throw ya guns up, Whyle when we be runnin in
  And all that ain't nothin, We at the bar frontin
  Its necessary, We stays in Burburry (Whooooo)
  
  (-Verse 1-)
  You know how it go, Fox and Gav
  In a navy blue Rov, Stuttin in Halo
  On the I-95, Keepin it live
  In the hood, in the 5, Front of Kennedy Fried (Whooooo)
  Then slide off with a NBA jump-off
  Or a nice lil' rapper, Whoever money stack up
  Duke, Cop a little H-Tod shoe
  And them little boxer dudes, Get a watch or two (Whoa)
  It aint greed, Yall got kids to feed
  Fuck it, All he wanna do is kill it and leave
  So, Lay low and throw the pussy like the free throw
  Brooklyn broad and bet I keep the heat low
  
  (-Hook-)
  Its necessary, We styles in Burburry
  And our walk is mean in them Frankie B. jeans bwoy
  Its necessary, We stays in Burburry
  And a Mark Jacob bag and a H-Tod shoe (Whoo)
  (2X)
  
  (-Verse 2-)
  When we walk up in the club, Niggas be like, "OH!"
  They aint got no dough? Bet we be like, "NO!"
  We bout our paper and all that fam
  Rollin through Planet Hollywood knockin that Killa Cam (Whoa)
  Up in V.I.P. with F.B.
  With a nice throw back, Right below a good G
  Now, dude is ill, I'm lovin his boys
  I'm all, seing he's gangsta, I'm watching him swift now
  They wanna see us, Bitches they wanna be us
  Fox and Althea in a powder blue two seater
  We the truth in our Juicy sweat suits
  When we come through ya town, Every'ting shut down
  
  (-Hook 2X-)
  
  (-Verse 3-)
  20's with the rims, B-custom kitted Bently
  And everything we do, They assist like Jamaal Tinsley
  Cocky bastard, I only spits acid
  Slept on Broken Silence, Fever bout to smash it
  This here's a classic, We keeps it drastic
  I'm all engaged engaged to dough and married to plastic
  And you know how we do, Fresh pair Air Force 2's
  With the toaster, Kobe pull over (Whoo)
  
  (-Hook 2X-)