Lloyd Banks, Jim Jones - Fly Like The Wind lyrics

If it ain’t the whip, it's 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

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

Check me out hey Baby wassup
You know Harlem in the Building
It's finna to get Splashy

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 (Ahh)
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 (Woooo)
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

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 tit's
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