[Intro]

The Fever, baby

Alright

Brooklyn

Uh-huh (Oh), uh-oh, uh-oh (Woah)

Uh-huh

Bitches, throw ya drinks up, style when we be coming in

Niggas, throw ya guns up, wild when we be running in

And all that ain't nothing, we at the bar fronting

It's necessary, we stays in Burberry (Woo)

[Verse 1]

You know how it go, Fox and Gav

In a navy blue Rov', stunting in Halo

On the I-95, keeping it live

In the hood in the 5, front of Kennedy Fried (Woo)

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, woah

It ain't greed, y'all 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

[Chorus]

It's necessary, we styles in Burberry

And our walk is mean in them Frankie B. jeans, bwoy

It's necessary, we stays in Burberry

And a Marc Jacob bag and a H. Tod shoe (Woo)

It's necessary, we styles in Burberry

And our walk is mean in them Frankie B. jeans, bwoy

It's necessary, we styles in Burberry

With a Marc Jacob bag and a H. Tod shoe (Woo)

[Verse 2]

When we walk up in the club, niggas be like, "Oh?"

They ain't got no dough? Bet we be like, " No"

We 'bout our paper and all that, fam

Rollin' through Planet Hollywood knocking that Killa Cam, woah

Up in V.I.P. with F.B. 

With a nice throwback right below a good G, now

Dude is ill, I'm loving his boys

I'm all seeing his 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 sweatsuits

When we come through ya town, every'ting shut down

[Chorus]

It's necessary, we styles in Burberry

And our walk is mean in them Frankie B. jeans, bwoy

It's necessary, we stays in Burberry

And a Marc Jacob bag and a H. Tod shoe (Woo)

It's necessary, we styles in Burberry

And our walk is mean in them Frankie B. jeans, bwoy

It's necessary, we styles in Burberry

With a Marc Jacob bag and a H. Tod shoe (Woo)

[Verse 3]

Twenties with the rims, B-custom kitted Bentley

And everything we do, they assist like Jamaal Tinsley

Cocky bastard, I only spits acid

Slept on Broken Silence, Fever 'bout to smash shit

This here's a classic, we keeps it drastic

I'm all engaged to dough and married to plastic, and

Y'all know how we do, fresh pair Air Force 2s

With the toaster, ho can pull over (Woo)

[Chorus]

It's necessary, we styles in Burberry

And our walk is mean in them Frankie B. jeans, bwoy

It's necessary, we stays in Burberry

And a Marc Jacob bag and a H. Tod shoe (Woo)

It's necessary, we styles in Burberry

And our walk is mean in them Frankie B. jeans, bwoy

It's necessary, we styles in Burberry

With a Marc Jacob bag and a H. Tod shoe (Woo)