Lloyd Banks - Fly Like The Wind Lyrics
(feat. Jim Jones)If it ain't the whip, its the jewels. New hit after hit, makes your chicks wanna chooseThe hammers always workin, we in here with the toolsFitty on the fifth? seven hundred on the shoesI gotta win, damn if I lose, whips fly in the wind, checks coming by the twosI gotta win, damn if I lose, all my ex's got cold hearts I'm probably that coolWe spendin cash over here you a swiperYou beefin' on the internet I ain't a big typerI make her think I like her,You wifin' yellow ice so when the problems start it up boy you just a pedal bikerQueens in this *****, clean in the six (series)New york city nigga I don't like no team but the KnicksOnly Giant take Jets, baguettes gleam off the wrists G-coded fully loaded, gat and beam on the tripsstuntin in the rover, gucci polo nike timbo's showhatiens hella no, money stretch out like a limo though Banks flow is stupid, his raps get me smotheredI get guap around the world girl my stacks multi-colored UHPrivate lanes, we ain't gotta lane to change planes?Poppin hella tums, tryna kick the champagne painsBlockin out my haters with designer name-framesPoker face, giggling inside at ya fake chains[Chorus]If it ain't the whip, its the jewels. New hit after hit, makes your chicks wanna chooseThe hammers always workin, we in here with the toolsFitty on the fifth? seven hundred on the shoesI gotta win, damn if I lose, whips fly in the wind, checks coming by the twosI gotta win, damn if I lose, all my ex's got cold hearts I'm probably that cool[Jim Jones]I'm into knockin *****es off, knockin *****es outWhen it comes to bricks (or soft?) We got em in a droughtI got the lambo whippin off, the tires skiddin outWhen a nigga lift the doors, a fly nigga gettin outHUH my chain swinging like a haymakerthis is vampire life, we the daybreakersif you wanna bet your luck you spend a day in vegasbut if you wanna ***** with us you might make the papers trying to watch the roof crumble like a piece of paperand they better watch they (step?) like they need a bakerI gave the watch face bo-tox shotsand my neck keep me cool in all the hot spots[Chorus]If it ain't the whip, its the jewels. New hit after hit, makes your chicks wanna chooseThe hammers always workin, we in here with the toolsFitty on the fifth? seven hundred on the shoesI gotta win, damn if I lose, whips fly in the wind, checks coming by the twosI gotta win, damn if I lose, all my ex's got cold hearts I'm probably that cool[Lloyd Banks]I got a lot to prove, you lose matter of timeMy swagger (dies of news?) you fools made at my shinehoppin down the avenues, new jewels back on the grindrun up on us with ya lil cute tools, your out your mindNiggas copycating, ain't that flow familiarGhetto (still?) lobby packing when I go BrazilAin't no *****es (snotty actin?) if you ain't broke they feel ya2-11 wood grain willa, bentley overkillUH my chick as nasty as it gets, you think I walk around with beads on, how they be flashin titsmy shorty cookin clean, handle magic tricksmake it clap, gag spit, miss me with the average *****Reefer baby, air jordan made me sneaker crazy.Never been a cuffer, hidden ducker, you can keep me lady(blue hefter?) heartbreaker, only speakers play menew mercedes, 180 my whole fleet is crazy [Chorus]If it ain't the whip, its the jewels. New hit after hit, makes your chicks wanna chooseThe hammers always workin, we in here with the toolsFitty on the fifth? seven hundred on the shoesI gotta win, damn if I lose, whips fly in the wind, checks coming by the twosI gotta win, damn if I lose, all my ex's got cold hearts I'm probably that cool
