Nah Nah I Don't Do All That Talking Man

Its One Way Or The Other

You Comin Or You Gonna Watch Another Bitch Leave With Me You Know The Rush

Thats The Way Shit Go

Im A Fuckin Rapstar!!!



Fresh Off Of The Plane

I Jets Off In The Range

First Class Seat But This West Coast Aint The Same

The Rap Game'll Bring Stress, Fortune And Fame

An Slow Drive Bys Like When They Aired Out Kane

Im In The S55 With Blew Out Chains

You Body Me, You Body Them 

An They Pull Out Prayin

My Only Wish Is To Find Ya Catcher Lay Your Ass On A Stretcher 

Betcha, Getcha Ass Out The Hood

All I Got Is Rap

An For That I Spazz Out For Good

Thats My Income It Keeps Me In Paz An Hollywood

Im Hardly Home,

When I Leave The Club The Party Gone 

An Im Pissy Of Petroleum

Trying Get My Own Home

My Names Banks Baby,

Im Top Rank Lady 

I Gotta Go Grab Your Coat

 Itch You Aint Crazy

I Speed Off Gainin And Rushin To Bend Her Over Sumthin

Then Im Bumpin

The Volumes To The Max And Im Frontin

All Of A Sudden Shes Down On The Humble For A Feel

And Im Driftin In An Out Of Lanes 

Fumblin The Wheel

A Couple Of Miles Later Ill Be Cummin On The Grill

Then Its Back To The Hotel To Chill

Ma' Give You The Rush

Damn Ma That Lil Outfit Got My Third Hand High

And I Need You To Understand I

Really Aint Got A Lot O Time 

Bitch Ya Out Ya Mind Its Meeee

Damn Blood Dont U Wanna Get Out Of Them Handcuffs?

I Aint Gon Love You Like Your Man Does I Aint Gotta Lot Of Time Bitch Ya Out Ya Mind!