Lloyd Banks - Your Style lyrics

[Intro: Troy Ave] See, now I went to the club and I ran into this girl And she was telling bout how she feel and everything Her name was New York But she said, "Troy listen" [Pre-Hook: Troy Ave] She said yo' new sh** pumpin'; you make us so proud We've been wantin something this good for a while But I'm not fooled by both them dimples on yo' face Cause when we danced, I felt that fifth all on yo waist And you know [Hook: Troy Ave] She like my style; she like my flows It ain't no chuck involved; she knows I came so far from dealin' blow Been on my grind, and now it shows Ain't nobody 'round who sound like this We ain't the same; they rode that dick f** them lames; get down with this Pop Champagne; girl shake yo' hips [Verse 1: Troy Ave] Wife beater with the cake She got the long hair - ain't nothing fake All blue thong with the stars on it Layin' in my bed and she all on it Rewind back, before I grind the cat Two steppi'n in the club with my dogs all strapped There for dough, playin' with the b**hes A flashy young n***a before we took the pictures I can take ya number, can't be ya man But you can act like it in ya Instagram I like flippin' grams and you like me And if you into getting money, baby you like me Come on, I'm out here; sound the alarm I heard one good girl is worth a thousand who*es One good song is worth a thousand tours So before I leave, proceed wit' yo' boy [Pre-Hook: Troy Ave] [Hook: Troy Ave] [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] Shorty got a thing for me; it's only right I slide with her Spoil with money ice, and there was G's there sayin' Poppin' like I'm celebratin'; spend a week in the pane Next two cities, I'm a sleep on the plane One time for keeping it real Still in yo' heart where you stay Liftin' yo' feet up, like the marksman I aim to leave 'em Sometimes for all these non-believers; now we even I think your run is a public of line up out of the seasons You're beside me for a reason Come check the breeze out with the flyest n***a breathing Everything here is mine for keeping I see you're reaching You want that vibe back Bodies on my NY hat, gotta be in my Palm rap still Catch a contact, chill Gather yo mind back We in from the gutter baby, hard to out shine that New faces every morning, I recover Feeling like we never knew each other [Pre-Hook: Troy Ave] [Hook: Troy Ave]