文本歌词

Nah Nah I don't do all that talking man
It's one way or the either
You comin or you gonna
Watch another b**ch leave wit me
The way this sh*t go ima f**kin rap star
Fresh off of the plane I jets off in the Range
First class seat but this west coast ain't 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 a** on a stretcher
Betcha getcha a** out the hood
All I got is rap for that I spazz out for good
That's my income it keeps me in Paz and Hollywood
I'm hardly home when I leave the club the party gone
And I'm pissy off patrone tryna get ma home
My name Banks baby I'm top rank lady
I gotta go grab ya coat b**ch you ain't crazy
I speed off gainin and rushin
And bend her over something
And I'm pumpin devyin till the macs and I'm frontin
All of a sudden she down on the humble for a feel
And I'm 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
Ma I give you the rush
Damn ma ya lil outfit got my third hand high
And I need ya to understand I
Ain't really got a lot of time
B**ch out ya mind its me
Damn blood don't you wanna
Get up out them handcuffs
I ain't gonna love you like ya man does
I ain't got a lot of time b**ch out ya mind