(feat. Jim Jones)





If it ain't the whip, its the jewels. 

New hit after hit, makes your chicks wanna choose

The hammers always workin, we in here with the tools

Fitty on the fifth? seven hundred on the shoes

I gotta win, damn if I lose, whips fly in the wind, checks coming by the twos

I gotta win, damn if I lose, all my ex's got cold hearts I'm probably that cool



We spendin cash over here you a swiper

You beefin' on the internet I ain't a big typer

I make her think I like her,

You wifin' yellow ice so when the problems start it up boy you just a pedal biker

Queens in this bitch, clean in the six (series)

New york city nigga I don't like no team but the Knicks

Only Giant take Jets, baguettes gleam off the wrists G-coded fully loaded, gat and beam on the trips

stuntin in the rover, gucci polo nike timbo's show

hatiens hella no, money stretch out like a limo though 

Banks flow is stupid, his raps get me smothered

I get guap around the world girl my stacks multi-colored UH

Private lanes, we ain't gotta lane to change planes?

Poppin hella tums, tryna kick the champagne pains

Blockin out my haters with designer name-frames

Poker face, giggling inside at ya fake chains



[Chorus]

If it ain't the whip, its the jewels. 

New hit after hit, makes your chicks wanna choose

The hammers always workin, we in here with the tools

Fitty on the fifth? seven hundred on the shoes

I gotta win, damn if I lose, whips fly in the wind, checks coming by the twos

I gotta win, damn if I lose, all my ex's got cold hearts I'm probably that cool



[Jim Jones]

I'm into knockin bitches off, knockin bitches out

When it comes to bricks (or soft?) 

We got em in a drought

I got the lambo whippin off, the tires skiddin out

When a nigga lift the doors, a fly nigga gettin out

HUH my chain swinging like a haymaker

this is vampire life, we the daybreakers

if you wanna bet your luck you spend a day in vegas

but if you wanna fuck with us you might make the papers 

trying to watch the roof crumble like a piece of paper

and they better watch they (step?) like they need a baker

I gave the watch face bo-tox shots

and my neck keep me cool in all the hot spots



[Chorus]

If it ain't the whip, its the jewels. 

New hit after hit, makes your chicks wanna choose

The hammers always workin, we in here with the tools

Fitty on the fifth? seven hundred on the shoes

I gotta win, damn if I lose, whips fly in the wind, checks coming by the twos

I gotta win, damn if I lose, all my ex's got cold hearts I'm probably that cool



[Lloyd Banks]

I got a lot to prove, you lose matter of time

My swagger (dies of news?) you fools made at my shine

hoppin down the avenues, new jewels back on the grind

run up on us with ya lil cute tools, your out your mind

Niggas copycating, ain't that flow familiar

Ghetto (still?) lobby packing when I go Brazil

Ain't no bitches (snotty actin?) if you ain't broke they feel ya

2-11 wood grain willa, bentley overkill

UH my chick as nasty as it gets, 

you think I walk around with beads on, how they be flashin tits

my shorty cookin clean, handle magic tricks

make it clap, gag spit, miss me with the average bitch

Reefer baby, air jordan made me sneaker crazy.

Never been a cuffer, hidden ducker, you can keep me lady

(blue hefter?) heartbreaker, only speakers play me

new mercedes, 180 my whole fleet is crazy 



[Chorus]

If it ain't the whip, its the jewels. 

New hit after hit, makes your chicks wanna choose

The hammers always workin, we in here with the tools

Fitty on the fifth? seven hundred on the shoes

I gotta win, damn if I lose, whips fly in the wind, checks coming by the twos

I gotta win, damn if I lose, all my ex's got cold hearts I'm probably that cool