Fly Like The Wind

[Hook]

If it ain’t the whip, its the jewels

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 bitch, clean in the six (series)

New york city nigga 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 wassup

You know Harlem in the Building its finna to get Splashy

[Verse 2: Jim Jones]

I’m into knockin bitches off (Uhhhhh), knockin bitches 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 nigga lift the doors, a fly nigga 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 fuck 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 jewels back on the grind

Run up on us with ya lil cute tools, your out your mind

Niggas copycating, ain’t that flow familiar

Ghetto still lobby packing when I go Brazil

Ain’t no bitches snotty actin you not broke they feel ya

2-11 wood grain willa, bentley overkill

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 bitch

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]