I Won’t Tell

Lyrics

[Intro: Fat Joe] Baby, you can keep a secret *laughing* Coca Krills mania Ayy, ayy! Uhh, uhh [Verse 1: Fat Joe] Fresh off the runway, pair of white Nikes Phantom top-drop on that I-9-5 Pink seersucker suit, who but I On my way to party at Carew N-Y Now I ain't gotta tell you that them boys pop bottles And mami's lookin' like America's Top Model She says, "Your earring - look at that thing~! That's even bigger than the rock on my ring" Now she got a man, plays for the Hawks I like c'mon ma; you know me run New York J's in the background, put you to bed Says he got brains so I'm lookin a-head Then I'm lookin' for bread, I gotta eat on these streets Shit seventeen-five, 'bout to holla at G's I'm a real nigga, real niggas do real things And I can keep a secret is the song that I sing [Chorus: J. Holiday] Baby I (I) won't (Won't) tell (Tell) If you don't want me to 'Cause I got a thing for you I'll do anything for ya (Girl anything for ya) Baby I (I) won't (Won't) tell (Tell) I'll never do bad to youuuuu 'Cause baby you got it, and you got me I got a thing for ya [Verse 2: Fat Joe] A material girl in a material world Venus, Serena, my cereal girls What you know about havin' dinner on a jet? Make it back before the DJ's finished with his set Now they call me the bird man when them doors ajar Ghostride the whip like I'm from Oakland y'all It's the Crack Man and he ain't got a shot in the dark The wrist is Jacob, earring Chopard Went to Chao for chow's out and order the same thing Bill's so high they throw in the champagne I'm a real nigga, real niggas do real things And I can keep a secret is the song that I sing [Chorus: J. Holiday] Baby I (I) won't (Won't) tell (Tell) If you don't want me to 'Cause I got a thing for you I'll do anything for ya (Girl anything for ya) Baby I (I) won't (Won't) tell (Tell) I'll never do bad to youuuuu 'Cause baby you got it, and you got me I got a thing for ya [Verse 3: Fat Joe] Grown man B.I., millionaire frames, Perrier rods Every day a different chain nigga get ya gear up Name another fat guy fly like me And get you right, lay pipe all night like me Call you Fruity Pebbles cause you got so many spa bags Purple ones, yellow ones, sky blue, the wine bag Hermes shiy wherever you lay your eyes at Red card, black card, I could buy that Louis Vuitton I'm truly the don Christian, Lou' Vuitton, the bluish charm I'm a real nigga, real niggas do real things And I can keep a secret is the song that I sing [Chorus: J. Holiday] Baby I (I) won't (Won't) tell (Tell) If you don't want me to 'Cause I got a thing for you I'll do anything for ya (Girl anything for ya) Baby I (I) won't (Won't) tell (Tell) I'll never do bad to youuuuu 'Cause baby you got it, and you got me I got a thing for ya [Outro: J. Holiday] Joey Crack you killin 'em with this one! J. Holiday checkin' in... Said this is grown folks music I got a thing for you, yeah See I won't tell, I won't tell, no no...