The Rush - Lloyd Banks

Nah Nah, I don’t do all that talking man

Its one way or the either

You comin or you gonna watch another bitch leave wit me

The way this shit go, ima fuckin rap star

Fresh off of the plane I jets off in the Range

First class seat but the sweats costing the same

The rap game will bring stress, fortune, and fame

And slow drive-by's like when they aired out Kane

I’m like a S5−5 all glared out chain

They body me, you body them, don’t go there out prayin'

My only wish is to find ya, catch ya

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, bitch you ain’t crazy

I skeet off, damn near rushin' to bend her over somethin'

And I’m bumpin', the volume’s to the max and I’m frontin'

All of a sudden she’s down on the humble for a feel

And I’m driftin in and out of lanes, fumblin' the wheel

A couple of miles later I be cummin' in her grill

Then it’s back to the hotel to 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, bitch ya out ya mind it’s me

Damn love, 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, bitch ya out ya mind