Lloyd Banks - Look Ma lyrics

[Intro:] f** with me let me show you where I'm coming from, coming from, coming from, coming from, coming from... The streets is crazy maybe he gon' need another gun, 'nother gun, 'nother gun, 'nother gun, 'nother gun... [Chorus:] Look ma I made it, I'm gettin' money, them haters hatin' They don't matter, man f** them all, I got the ball Look how I'm lookin, yo' baby fresh, check how I dress Heres two for you, no love for them, I'm super cool... [Verse 1:] Uh... RIP's, RSVP's, mansions, off CD's GT's, TV's, surrounded by three P's Paper, power, p**y, cause we fall off the map But I wan' go back to what they rather be, be casualty caught in the trap I can't do that, I gotta be with it, I want it, see it, go out and get it Huffin' and puffin' brings nothin' f** 'um they done made my heart a blizzard Money sent when I walk in, and my b**h just got the torch in Better pop your hatin', no talkin, it's stalkin, to his muhf**in' coffin' That boy there awesome, he be flossin', bags 'um and toss' 'um My wheels a fortune, on that portion, that they don't come cross 'um I horse 'um, I'm ballin', n***a my skin made of Spalding You spoil 'um, how boring, I bust they a** till morning'... [Chorus:] Look ma I made it, I'm gettin' money, them haters hatin' They don't matter, man f** them all, I got the ball Look how I'm lookin, yo' baby fresh, check how I dress Heres two for you, no love for them, I'm super cool... [Verse 2:] Uh... My car go, but I rather let them haters see me slow Blue, "what up", not a thing, chasin' dough I got to go We both know, you don't really like me so, you ain't gotta front no mo' n***a I'm so cold, you can go, die, won't nobody miss you so Everybody knows you be hatin', but I'm cakin', no conversation Better get up and get you some, kinda clique you from, your far too patient Nah ma no time for wastin', that'd f** up the gwop sh** they comin' in like new dollars, don't matter you stuck up or not n***a I ain't throwin' my pay away, f** wrong with you trick Bet I get the same b**hes home givin' how we go in my whip We gon' pick some and then switch, that one, this one, then I dip Ridin' big gun on my hip, sleep then wake up back on my sh**... [Chorus:] Look ma I made it, I'm gettin' money, them haters hatin' They don't matter, man f** them all, I got the ball Look how I'm lookin, yo' baby fresh, check how I dress Heres two for you, no love for them, I'm super cool... [Bridge:] f** with me let me show you where I'm coming from, coming from, coming from, coming from, coming from... The streets is crazy maybe he gon' need another gun, 'nother gun, 'nother gun, 'nother gun, 'nother gun... [Outro:] I made it... I'm gettin' money, I'm gettin' money... New money, I'm gettin' money, money money... Money money... Money!