Songtext:
[Intro - Lloyd Banks] Bunte Klebefolie Yeah! Aye yo 50 They don't do it like us nigga Yeah!
[Chorus] I'm so fly, I got money So that's good enough reason to buy the things I buy I'm so high, I'm on point And I could tell that your jealous just by the look in your eye And when I ride by I don't care, G-Unit's going straight to the top this year Nigga I'm so fly, I got money So that's good enough reason to buy the things I buy
[Verse - Lloyd Banks] Uh, Banks is fresh out the gutter Too smooth to stutter The cig a melt a brother like two scoops of butter Before I leave the crib I tell my mother I love her Grab the burner But she ain't concerned 'cause he's a earner My bitch lays it out real nice for me to murder We fight, wake up and fuck like Ike and Tina Turner Its a privilege to ride with a celeb' 'Cause them girls over here don't got a problem giving head Paranoia is on ya', that's why ya' llama's in ya' bed Fuck some real Chinchilla, buy some Llama for ya' head Where the block I'm from Niggaz be damn near forty and still tucking And niggaz baby mama's is pregnant and still fucking It's either 'cause they boyfriends a scrub like Brillo 'Cause Banks is cooler than the other side of the pillow The chronic is blown For my niggaz that got locked up and deported And now they gotta go back home
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[Verse - Lloyd Banks] Don't confuse me with the suckers 'Cause when I spit, You'll hear more “Oh's” Then a Skip-to my-Lou move at the Rucker Thank God for giving Banks the gift You think that bandana makes you look gangsta But all I see is a handkerchief Nigga there's no one out the click that freezes Believe that, 'cause I ain't scared a shit but Jesus Look dog, I don't run with the poodles Difference is, I'm eating in Rome and you eating Roman Noodles Ya' boy is corrupt kid Banks a send a bitch to the store Just for a piece of cheesecake like Puff did You chumps cant afford these homes Look around I got forty clones Now look down, that's forty stones And that's only in the necklace I'm bony and I'm wreck lace It's Tony in a Lexus I'm fresh out the gutter, scrap what ya' man thought I'm in the hood with more straps than a Jan sport
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[Verse - Lloyd Banks] When I travel I know I'm gon' get stuck 'Cause they harass us in the airport Like I'm the one that's blowing shit up I got the patience of a High School teacher And a bright future Why the fuck would I have a bum on my sneaker? All the goodie girls back off us My hearts colder then Jack Frost's We pack shows and attract bosses Black clothes with my black Forces A black rose for a rats coffin I'm blowing O's of that black coughing Blow on the road then I'm back flossing No one knows how much that's costing 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 you plotting on popping off, then scheme smoothly Or get a little red splatter on ya' cream Coogi My name ring each state So you ain't gotta go all the way to L.A. to get ya MC ate
