Right Now Later On Lyrics

Right Now Later On lyrics

[timbaland]
Uh, c’mon, uh, c’mon
[fabolous]
Uh, william h. bonnie, ma’ I make you famous


[fabolous]
Some little pretty mami’s is all I need (yeah)
Hennessy,cristal, and sticky weed (uh huh)
A little drop sports cuope’s all I need (yeah)
And I brought the hammer if y’all front (woooh)


Yeah, the kid been makin these mami’s, y’all "papacita"
Since kangols and shell-top adidas
Love when te-ta’s look like they pop through beaters
And the hips won’t fit in the l-drop two-seater
But ma’ I ain’t the type to love ya
I’m a triflin, good for nothin, type a brother
This cute face’ll make your wife smile
And I check in two bags and one’s just a suitcase full of liftstyles
And we both rent out playa
Difference is you a sweet subsitute, I’m a penthouse playa
Y’all seen my rings borders
It’s full of queen and king’s daughters, as clean as spring water
’f’s for the freakin, ’a’s alright (yeah)
’b’s for bottles that pop all night(uh huh)
’o’s for the ounces that I got (say what)
That we blow everyday, know why, why not? 


[chorus]
Right now you probably like me, but
Later no you gonna love me and
Right now you probably want me, but
Later on you gonna need me and (yeah)
Right now you don’t like me, but
Later on you gonna hate me (what)
And just got to do it
F*** y’all, I’m a keep doin my thing


It’s the hoodrat hugh hefner, that bend dimes, too
The five plus one, sittin on ten times two
Shorty when I’m through.....
I’m a know if you nice on the mic and if your friend rhyme, too
It’s so funny how I suit the women
They know I’m still spendin show money from "superwoman"
They like "where’d he get those twenties? "
And " I didn’t know that’s a color that a coupe could come in, damnit
man"
All I say to the heffers is "jesus"
Keep swallowin my kids, might as well have no nephews and nieces
I know you wanna slip proof
And try an make me crack a smile, just so you can see my chipped tooth
I’m tryna’ get you, in and out of my room
Just to get, in and out of my womb
And rocks in mine glare, somethin, like times square
Excuse me miss, you want me to sign where? (sign where? )


[chorus]


Fab’s hard to be found
But most likely I’m with a foreign damn who name’s hard to pronouce
I started out, gettin hard by the ounce
No more cash in stashes, it’s cards in accounts
The way I make ’em nod to the bounce
Somebody call silvia and tell her ship larger amounts
This playa make ’em scream a scheme
My closest look like I keep gettin traded from team to team
Looks sleezy, it’s difficult but me and tim the only ones that make pimpin
Look easy
Tell me how I’m gonna make my album cleaner
Even b****** suckin me like vacuum cleaners
Even chickens wanna cluck outside
(timbaland: yo’ fab, it must be the truck outside)
And mami can’t stop eyein
And when I said my rims was only nineteens, she said "stop lyin!"


[chorus]


[timbaland talking]
Say what, say what, uh huh
You don’t need us, huh? 
I see you comin back to her
Like that, with the two step
Fabolous, we out