Lloyd Banks - Fly Like The Wind lyrics

[Hook] If it ain't the whip, its the j**els 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 b**h, clean in the six (series) New york city n***a 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 wa**up You know Harlem in the Building its finna to get Splashy [Verse 2: Jim Jones] I'm into knockin b**hes off (Uhhhhh), knockin b**hes 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 n***a lift the doors, a fly n***a 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 f** 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 j**els back on the grind Run up on us with ya lil cute tools, your out your mind n***as copycating, ain't that flow familiar Ghetto still lobby packing when I go Brazil Ain't no b**hes snotty actin you not broke they feel ya 2-11 wood grain willa, bentley overk** 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 b**h 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]