Lyrics:

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)

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

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)

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

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)

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)

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)