I'm so fly, I got money so that's a good enough reason to buy the things I buy
I'm so high, I'm on point, and I could tell that you're jealous just by the look in your eye
And when I ride by I don't care, G-Unit's going straight to the top this year
Nigga, I'm so fly, I got money so that's a good enough reason to buy the things I buy
Uh, Banks is fresh out the gutter
Too smooth to stutter
The Sig will melt a brother like two scoops of butter
Before I leave the crib I tell my mother I love her
Grab the burner
But she ain't concerned 'cause he's a earner
My bitch lays it out real nice for me to murder
We fight, wake up and fuck like Ike and Tina Turner
Its a privilege to ride with a celeb'
'Cause them girls over here don't got a problem giving head
Paranoia is on ya, that's why ya llama's in ya bed
Fuck a rare Chinchilla, buy some armor for ya head
Where the block I'm from
Niggas be damn near forty and still tucking
And niggas baby mama's is pregnant and still fucking
It's either 'cause they boyfriend's a scrub like Brillo
'Cause Banks is cooler than the other side of the pillow
The chronic is blown for my niggas that got locked up and deported
And now they gotta go back home
I'm so fly, I got money
So that's a good enough reason to buy the things I buy
I'm so high, I'm on point
And I could tell that you're jealous just by the look in your eye
And when I ride by
I don't care, G-Unit's going straight to the top this year
Nigga, I'm so fly, I got money
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