Lloyd Banks - Im So Fly Lyrics
Yee!Ayo 50, they only do it like us nigga (laughs)Yee![Chorus]I’m So Fly…An I’ve got money so that’s a good enough reason to buy the things I buyI’m So High…An I’m on point and I can tell that you jealous by the look in your eyeWhen I Ride By…An I don’t care, G-Units goin straight to the top this yearNigga Im So Fly…An I’ve got money so that’s 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 scoups of butta (butta)Before I leave the crib I tell my mother I love herGrab the burna cuz she aint concerned cuz he’s a earnaMy ***** lays it out real nice for me to murdaFight, wake up n’ ***** like Ike n’ Tina TurnerIt’s a privilege to ride with a celebCause them girls over here don’t got a problem given headParanoia is on ya that’s why your mama is in your bed***** a rare chinchilla and bossin mama for ya headAnd where the block im from niggas be damn near 40 and still tuckinAnd niggas baby mama is pregnant and still *****inIt’s eithier cause their boyfriend is a scrub like brillowOr cuz banks is cooler than the other side of the pillowThe chronic is blownFor my niggas that got locked up and deported and now they gotta go back home[Chorus][Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]Don’t confuse me with these suckasCause when I spit you hear more ouus then a skip to my lou move at the ruckaThank god for given Banks the giftYou think that bandana makes you look gangsta but all I see is a handkerchiefNigga there’s no one out the click that freeze usBelieve that cause I aint scared of shit but jesusLook dawg i dont roam with the poodlesDifference is i'm eating in Rome and you eatin roman noodlesYa boys corrupt kidBanks will send a ***** to the store just for a piece of cheesecake like puff didYou jokes cant afford these homesLook around I got 40 clones now look down that’s 40 stonesAnd that’s only in the necklaceI’m bony and I’m reckless (vroom) there’s Tony in a LexusIm fresh out the gutta scrap whatcha man thoughtIm in the hood with more straps than a Jan Sport[Chorus][Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]When I travel I know Im gonna get stuckCause they harass us in the airport like im the ones that’s blowin shit upI got the patience of a high school teacherAnd a bright future, why the ***** would I have a bomb on my sneakerWill the goody girls back of usMy hearts colder than jack frost isWe pack shows and attract bossesBlack clothes and my black forcesA black rose for a rats coffinBlowin O’s in that black coffinBlowin the road and im back flossinNo one knows how much that’s costin***** ass only the green moves meI got a clean Uzi A pair of gloves and a mask from the scream movieSo if your plottin on poppin off, sceem smoothlyOr get a little red spatter on ya cream coogyMy name ring each stateSo you aint gotta go all the way to LA to get ur mc eight[Chorus]
