hang me out to dry, Throw your money in the sky I'm the one to pick up Call me 50's cash child or call me Young B! [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] I ain't a
you can get off my shinesss [Verse] Yeah.. From what i hear niggaz don't like me it's funny, they wanna be jus' like me you bummy, it's jealousy more than likely
Shakin it and wiggle, your skinny bitch mad AHH! These niggaz ain't hot like we They don't know how to rock the spot like me Smell like I just got out
from the task force The dope spot's sellin more shit than Scott Storch I'm tired of these pricks, lyin 'bout bricks Got my can and my white, my tan like Mariah and Nick Fly
put chalk around ya head like a pool stick (yea) I gotta have bucks on the waist I'm hungry like a south african with fly stuck to his face( WAA) Catch Banks