Lirik Lagu I'm So Fly - Lloyd Banks
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[Intro - Lloyd Banks]Yeah!Aye yo 50They don't do it like us niggaYeah!
[Chorus]I'm so fly, I got moneySo that's good enough reason to buy the things I buyI'm so high, I'm on pointAnd I could tell that your jealous just by the look in your eyeAnd when I ride byI don't care, G-Unit's going straight to the top this yearNigga I'm so fly, I got moneySo that's good enough reason to buy the things I buy
[Verse - Lloyd Banks]Uh, Banks is fresh out the gutterToo smooth to stutterThe cig a melt a brother like two scoops of butterBefore I leave the crib I tell my mother I love herGrab the burnerBut she ain't concerned 'cause he's a earnerMy bitch lays it out real nice for me to murderWe fight, wake up and fuck like Ike and Tina TurnerIts a privilege to ride with a celeb''Cause them girls over here don't got a problem giving headParanoia is on ya', that's why ya' llama's in ya' bedFuck some real Chinchilla, buy some Llama for ya' headWhere the block I'm fromNiggaz be damn near forty and still tuckingAnd niggaz baby mama's is pregnant and still fuckingIt's either 'cause they boyfriends a scrub like Brillo'Cause Banks is cooler than the other side of the pillowThe chronic is blownFor my niggaz that got locked up and deportedAnd now they gotta go back home
[Chorus]
[Verse - Lloyd Banks]Don't confuse me with the suckers'Cause when I spit, You'll hear more “Oh's”Then a Skip-to my-Lou move at the RuckerThank God for giving Banks the giftYou think that bandana makes you look gangstaBut all I see is a handkerchiefNigga there's no one out the click that freezesBelieve that, 'cause I ain't scared a shit but JesusLook dog, I don't run with the poodlesDifference is, I'm eating in Rome and you eating Roman NoodlesYa' boy is corrup
[Chorus]I'm so fly, I got moneySo that's good enough reason to buy the things I buyI'm so high, I'm on pointAnd I could tell that your jealous just by the look in your eyeAnd when I ride byI don't care, G-Unit's going straight to the top this yearNigga I'm so fly, I got moneySo that's good enough reason to buy the things I buy
[Verse - Lloyd Banks]Uh, Banks is fresh out the gutterToo smooth to stutterThe cig a melt a brother like two scoops of butterBefore I leave the crib I tell my mother I love herGrab the burnerBut she ain't concerned 'cause he's a earnerMy bitch lays it out real nice for me to murderWe fight, wake up and fuck like Ike and Tina TurnerIts a privilege to ride with a celeb''Cause them girls over here don't got a problem giving headParanoia is on ya', that's why ya' llama's in ya' bedFuck some real Chinchilla, buy some Llama for ya' headWhere the block I'm fromNiggaz be damn near forty and still tuckingAnd niggaz baby mama's is pregnant and still fuckingIt's either 'cause they boyfriends a scrub like Brillo'Cause Banks is cooler than the other side of the pillowThe chronic is blownFor my niggaz that got locked up and deportedAnd now they gotta go back home
[Chorus]
[Verse - Lloyd Banks]Don't confuse me with the suckers'Cause when I spit, You'll hear more “Oh's”Then a Skip-to my-Lou move at the RuckerThank God for giving Banks the giftYou think that bandana makes you look gangstaBut all I see is a handkerchiefNigga there's no one out the click that freezesBelieve that, 'cause I ain't scared a shit but JesusLook dog, I don't run with the poodlesDifference is, I'm eating in Rome and you eating Roman NoodlesYa' boy is corrup
