Lloyd - Fly sh** lyrics

[Intro: Lloyd] Young Lloyd Aye Holiday we got one Zone 6, East Atlanta stand up Aye baby you know how much this motherf**in car cost? Don't spill nothing in my sh** [Hook: Lloyd] I ain't makin this sh** up, ho I ain't Maybeline I got some sh** off in my cup that's gonna make ya lean I told er cool it, please don't make a scene Cause I'm a fool with it, this is every day for me She want that fly sh** (fly sh**, fly sh**) Expensive clothes and diamonds (diamonds, diamonds) Just remember you in my sh** (my sh** my sh**) If you don't like the rules then bye b**h (bye b**h, bye b**h) [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] Higher than a pilot, fresher than a stylist You a bad b**h, I'm a take you to a island Aggressive watch game, yeah my diamonds real violent If you a grown lady then why you actin all childish? Bought a new Bentley, I don't even gotta drive it Parked outside so I jumped inside it Lights frog-eyed'd, the seats cow hide'd Private jet flying, smoking kush with the pilot Head so good that it keeps me smiling Forgiato rims so I keep on sliding So icey boss so I keep on diamonds And Too Short told me to keep on rhyming 2 Pac taught me to keep on riding Biggie Smalls says yo mama be cryin Owe me money and you keep on lyin I'm a grab my gun, I'm a keep on firin Ball so hard I can touch the sky I can't even lie, I don't wear levi's Goon came in and you took up yo chain f** them n***as I'm a keep on mine Your girl so fly and she gonna on wine I ain't gonna tell you, n***a one time Slide in with me, you can come in free Or you can stand and freeze in that long a** line [Hook] [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] Riding down to crest and the Bentley Mulsanne Little hand choppa and the big weed bong Born by myself, I don't need no one If you don't got no enemies, make you some Sometime money can make you dumb Money on yo head, better get yo gun Broke a** n***a can't even make bond I don't trust that b**h, money make er cum Flyin to the n***a, tryna go to the prom Smokin on kush like f** my lungs None of these hoes can't meet my mom At the end of the day you want a s** her son Leather jacket on so I feel like Fonzi I ain't never ever had so much fun 500$ gun and a million on j**els And I wet yo a** up like you jumped in the pool Feds wanna get me just like Ja Rule Five bad b**hes, that's deja-vu Wutchu gonna do with them scraps on you? And kicks so fly, got a birds eye view Gucci 2 times, 2 times times 2 All this money can't fit in these Tru's This a T neck so my neck hurt too But I pity the fool tryna try my crew [Hook]