Nah Nah, I dont do all that talking man its one way or the either you comin or you gonna watch another bitch leave wit me the way this shit go, ima fuckin rap star [Verse] Fresh off of the plane i jets off in the Range First class seat but this west coast aint the same The rap game will put stress, fortune, and fame A slow drive-by when they aired out Kane S55 all cleared out chain They body me, you body them, support there out prayin My only wish is to find ya catcher Lay ya ass on a stretcher, betcha, getcha, ass out the hood All i got is rap for that, i spazz out for good Thats my income, it keeps me in Paz and Hollywood Im hardly home, when i leave the club the party gone And im pissy off patrone, tryna get ma home My name Banks baby, im top rank lady I gotta go, grab ya coat, bitch you aint crazy I speed off, gainin and rushin, and bend her over somethin And im pumpin, devyin till the macs and im frontin All of a sudden she down on the humble for a feel And im driftin in and out of lane, fumblin the wheel A couple of miles later i be cummin on her grill Then its back to the hotel and chill [Chorus] Ma i give you the rush Damn ma, ya lil outfit got my third hand high And i need ya to understand I Aint really got alot of time, bitch out ya mind its me Damn blood, dont you wanna get up out them handcuffs I aint gonna love you like ya man does I aint got alot of time, bitch out ya mind Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com