[Hook]
If it ain't the whip, its the j**els
New hit after hit, makes your chicks wanna choose
The hammers always workin, we in here with the tools
Fitty on the fifth seven hundred on the shoes
I gotta win, damn if I lose, whips fly in the wind, checks coming by the twos
I gotta win, damn if I lose, all my ex's got cold hearts I'm probably that cool
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
We spendin cash over here you a swiper
You beefin' on the internet I ain't a big typer
I make her think I like her
You wifin' yellow ice so when the problems start it up boy you just a pedal biker
Queens in this b**h, clean in the six (series)
New york city n***a I don't like no team but the Knicks
Only Giant take Jets, baguettes gleam off the wrists G-coded fully loaded, gat and beam on the trips
Stuntin in the Rover, Gucci Polo, Nike timbo's show
Hatians hella know, money stretch out like a limo though
Banks flow is stupid, his raps get me smothered
I get guap around the world girl my stacks multi-colored UH
Private lanes, we ain't gotta land to change planes
Poppin hella tums, tryna kick the champagne pains
Blockin out my haters with designer name-frames
Poker face, giggling inside at ya fake chains
[Hook]
[Jim Jones Talkin]
Check me out
Hey Baby wa**up
You know Harlem in the Building its finna to get Splashy
[Verse 2: Jim Jones]
I'm into knockin b**hes off (Uhhhhh), knockin b**hes out (Tyson)
When it comes to bricks or soft (Ballinnn)
We got em in a drought
I got the lambo whippin off (Vroom), the tires skiddin out (Ahhhhhh)
When a n***a lift the doors, a fly n***a gettin out (Goooo)
HUH my chain swinging like a haymaker (Get em)
This is vampire life, we the daybreakers (RRRRRRR)
If you wanna bet your luck you spend a day in Vegas (Skake em up)
But if you wanna f** with us you might make the papers (Think about it)
Trying to watch the roof crumble like a piece of paper (Wooooooo)
And they better watch they step like Anita Baker (Easyyyy)
I gave the watch face bo-tox shots (Chillll)
And my neck keep me cool in all the hot spots
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
I got a lot to prove, you lose matter of time
My swagger eyed and news you fools mad at my shine
Hoppin down the avenues, new j**els back on the grind
Run up on us with ya lil cute tools, your out your mind
n***as copycating, ain't that flow familiar
Ghetto still lobby packing when I go Brazil
Ain't no b**hes snotty actin you not broke they feel ya
2-11 wood grain willa, bentley overk**
Uh my chick as nasty as it gets
You think I walk around with beads on, how they be flashin tits
My shorty cookin clean, handle magic tricks
Make it clap, gag spit, miss me with the average b**h
Reefer baby, Air jordan made me sneaker crazy
Never been a cuffer, hit and duck her, you can keep ya lady
Blue Heffner heartbreaker, only speakers play me
New mercedes, 180 my whole fleet is crazy
[Hook]