 |
Lloyd Banks The Hunger for more Im so fly Yea! Ayo 50, they only do it like us nigga (laughs) Yea! [Chorus] Im So Fly An Ive got money so thats a good enough reason to buy the things I buy Im So High An Im on point and I can tell that you jealous by the look in your eye nigga When I Ride By An I dont care, G-Units goin straight to the top this year Nigga Im So Fly An Ive got money so thats a good enough reason to buy the things I buy. [Verse 1 : Lloyd Banks] Banks is fresh out the gutta (gutta) To smooth to stutta (stutta) His cig will melt a riva like 2 scoops of butta (butta) Before I leave the crib I tell my mother I love her Grab the burna cuz she aint concerned cuz hes a earna My bitch lays it out real nice for me to murda Fight, wake up n fuck like Ike n Tina Turner Its a privilege to ride with a celeb Cause them girls over three dont got a problem given head Paranoia is on ya thats why your mama is in your bed Fuck a rare chinchilla and bossin mama for ya head And where the block im from niggas be damn near 40 and still tuckin And niggas baby mama is pregnant and still fuckin Its eithier cause their boyfriend is a scrub like brillow Or cuz banks is cooler than the other side of the pillow The chronic is blown For my niggas that got locked up and deported and now they gotta go back home [Chorus] [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] Dont confuse me with these suckas Cause when I spit you hear more ouus then a skip to my lil move at the rucka Thank god for given Banks the gift You think that bandana makes you look gangsta but all I see is a hankerchief Nigga theres no one out the click that freeze us Believe that cause I aint scared of shit but jesus Look dawg i dont roam with the poodles Difference is i'm eating in Rome and you eatin roman noodles Ya boys corrupt kid Banks will send a bitch to the store just for a piece of cheesecake like puff did You jokes cant afford these homes Look around I got 40 clones now look down thats 40 stones And thats only in the necklace Im bony and Im reckless (vroom) theres Tony in a Lexus Im fresh out the gutta scrap whatcha man thought Im in the hood with more straps than a Jan Sport [Chorus] [Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] When I travel I know Im gonna get stuck Cause they harrass us in the airport like im the ones thats blowin shit up I got the patience of a high school teacher And a bright future, why the fuck would I have a bomb on my sneaker Will the goody girls back of us My hearts colder than jack frost is We pack shows and attract bosses Black clothes and my black forces A black rose for a rats coffin Blowin Os in that black coffin Blowin the road and im back flossin No one knows how much thats costin Fuck ass only the green moves me I got a clean Uzi A pair of gloves and a mask from the scream movie So if your plottin on poppin off, sceem smoothly Or get a little red spatter on ya cream coogy My name ring each state So you aint gotta go all the way to LA to get ur mc eight [Chorus] |
Videos
|
Add
All lyrics are property and copyright of their owners. All lyrics provided for educational purposes only.
Copyright © 2007-2009 LyricWorld.com, LoiNhac.com
© 2009 lyricworld.com, loinhac.com are two of a family of companies in the LmVN Group.