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***h leave wit me

The way this shit 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 ass on a stretcher

Betcha getcha ass 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***h 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***h 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***h out ya mind