Lloyd Banks - On Fire lyrics

New York City! You are now rocking with the best Lloyd Banks! G Unit! We on fire, up in here It's burning hot, we on fire She'll take it off, if it get too hot Up in this spot, we on fire Tear the roof off this motherf**er Light the roof on fire (Uh! n***a what you say?!) We get loose in this motherf**er Light the roof on fire fire fire Naw I ain't putting nothing out, I smoke when I want to Twenty six inch chrome spokes on the Hummer This heat gon last for the whole summer Running your b**h faster then the Road Runner Rocks on my wrist, rose gold under Glocks on my hip, those throw thunder I'm riding Dalvins by the pier But when you stop, the only thing still spinning is your ear Yeah, I'm riding with that all black snub Raiders cap back, all black gloves A ladies man, but the boy smack thugs These record sales equal more back rubs Not to mention the boy pack clubs His impacts about as raw as crack was Now all these new artists getting wrong deals I'm only twenty one, sitting on mills If you know anything about me, then you know I'm a baller If I don't hit the first night, I ain't gon call her I'm trying to play, you trying to have my daughter But I can't blame her for what her momma taught her And I don't care bout what the next n***a bought her 'Cause I ain't putting no baguettes in her abuela I got a diamond about as clear as water And I got bread, but I ain't spend a quarter So cut the games ma, let's go in the back Matter fact, turn your a** round, back a n***a down And I ain't bias when I'm riding through the town Like 'em small, like em tall, like em black, like 'em brown She gotta be able to cum when I need her Tight a** pants, little wife beater Regular chick or R&B diva b**h say something, I ain't a mind reader