I’m So Fly

[Intro]
Yea!
Aye yo 50, they only do it like us nigga [haha]
Yea!

[Chorus]
I'm so fly...
I got money so thas a good enough reason to buy the things I buy
I'm so high...
I'm gon point and I can tell that ya jealous just by the look in ya eye
When I ride by...
I don't care, G-Unit's goin' straight to the top this year
Nigga I'm so fly...
I got money so thas a good enough reason to buy the things I buy

[Verse 1]
Banks is fresh out the gutta
To smooth to stutta
His cig will melt a brother
like two scoops of butter
Before I leave the crib I tell my mother I love her
And grab the burna, cuz she ain't concerned cuz he's a earna
My bitch lays it out real nice for me to murder
We fight, wake up an' fuck like Ike an' Tina Turner
It's a privilege to ride with a celeb
Cause them broads over there don't got a problem givin' head
Paranoia is on ya thas why your mama's in your bed
Fuck a rare chinchilla and bossin' mama for ya head
And on the block I'm from niggas be damn near 40 and still tuckin'
And niggas baby mama's pregnant and still fuckin'
It's eithier cause their boyfriend is a scrub like brillow
Cuz Banks is cooler than the other side of the pillow
The chronic is blowin'
For my niggas that got locked up and deported and now they gotta go back home

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Don't confuse me with these suckas
Cuz when I spit you hear more oohs than a Skip To My Lou move at the Rucka
Thank god for givin' Banks the gift
You think that bandana makes you look gangsta but all I see is a handkerchief
Nigga there's no one out the click that freezes
Believe that cuz I ain't scared of shit but jesus
Look dog I dont roam with the poodles
Difference is I'm eating in Rome and you eatin' roman noodles
Ya boy is corrupt kid
Banks'll send a bitch to the store for a piece of cheesecake like Puff did
You chumps can't afford these homes
Look around I got 40 chromes now look down that's 40 stones
And that's only in the necklace
I'm bony and I'm reckless (vroom) there's Tony in the Lexus
I'm fresh out the gutta, scrap what cha man thought
I'm in the hood with more straps than a Jansport

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
When I travel I know I'm gon' get stuck
Cuz they harass us in the airport like I'm the one thas blowin' shit up
I got the patience of a high school teacher
And a bright future, why the fuck would I have a bomb on my sneaker
All the goody girls back off us
My heart's colder than Jack Frost is
We pack shows and track bosses
Black clothes and my black forces
A black rose for a rat's coffin
Blowin' holes in that black coffin
Go on the road and I'm back flossin'
No one knows how much that's costin'
Fuck ass only the green moves me
I got a clean uzi, a pair of gloves and a mask from the Scream movie
So if your plottin' on poppin' off, scheme smoothly
I get a little red spatter on ya cream poogy
My name ring each state
So you ain't gotta go all the way to LA to get your mc eight

[Chorus]