Luv Witch Ya Boy

[Intro: Ron Browz] Ether Boy Lloyd banks G-Unit [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] Now we bubbling on my way in out of Dublin Player hating don't trouble him, make me happy if they wasn't Cousin, I ain't sweating nothing, I be million-dollar stunting And my reputation buzzin, so your brand new lady love him Push and hug him by the dozen, smoking sour by the hour Kush bundle by the onion, you can hear my car coming Hood humming, trunk drumming, dumbing Up and down the block top dropped, no fronting Drama, get the lama, cook a nigga Benihana I'm a jewelry, Bentley driver, on the beauty queen's saliva I don't bend, I don't bother, ought to whoop you like your father You're kind of hype, but won't matter when in front of the revolver I'm 'bout a dollar with my cup up in the zone Watch turn my swag on, spray my fuck-a-hoe-cologne 'Bout a couple hours in I bet he drunk the whole patron A nigga jump outside the line I'll dump him right back on his bones Grew up where it's harder but the struggle made me smarter Charting planes back and forth, and I get high as Vince Carter Ain't nobody got to gas me, I don't need a nigga charger Got my own fucking battery and casualty your honor I'm from a corner that'll take a toll on you When the heat hit it feel like you got a stove on you If you ain't talking money then you ain't talking to me Drip swag til my swag on E, parking the V [Chorus: Ron Browz] Girls from New York they in love with your boy Girls from LA they in love with your boy Girl from miami they in love with your boy Girls from VA they in love with your boy We in the club all night come fuck with your boy We in the club all night come fuck with your boy We in the club all night come fuck with your boy We in the club all night come fuck with your boy [Verse 2: Ron Browz] You can stop the boy from spitting but my jewelry still dripping Like Curley I’m pimpin, you’ll never catch me slipping Keep chicks stripping, and they play their position You get found in the water they’ll say that you was fishing I do it for my nigga Caddy P, he did a bid in Because when he was home he did motherfucking thi-dang We all played the g-dame, y’all niggas clique ain’t Beefing ain’t beefing if it’s beefing with T-Pain Mill on the neck, y’all niggas doomed I’m shitting, the diamonds is the same color as prunes I’m out in Cancun, chicks in all the rooms I’ve been getting bitches before autotune I’m popular, y’all know I’m popular Put her in the back of the truck I let her top it off Workers to chop it up, now the jews chop it up If ain’t seven figures nigga, I don’t want to chop it up [Chorus: Ron Browz] Girls from New York they in love with your boy Girls from LA they in love with your boy Girl from miami they in love with your boy Girls from VA they in love with your boy We in the club all night come fuck with your boy We in the club all night come fuck with your boy We in the club all night come fuck with your boy We in the club all night come fuck with your boy [Outro: Lloyd Banks] This is for the rich from poor Weed spot and the liquor store Mind your business or, them hot things will hit your door This just what you been looking for… Raw!