Look Ma

Album cover art for "Look Ma" by Lloyd Banks

Lloyd Banks - Rap, In English

Look Ma

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[Intro] Fuck with me, let me show you where Im comin from The streets is crazy nigga, you gon need anotha gun [Chorus] Look Ma I made it, Im gettin money Them haters hatin, they dont matter Man fuck them all, I got to ball Look how Im lookin, yo baby fresh Check how I dress, heres two for you No love for them, Im super cool [Verse 1] RIPs, RSVPs, mansions off CDs GTs, TVs, surrounded by three P's Paper power pussy We fall off the map, bet I won't go back To what they'd rather me be, casualty caught in the trap I can't do that, I gotta be with it I want it, see it, go out and get it Huffin and puffin brings nothin fuck em They done made my heart a blizzard Money scent when I walk in And my bitch just got the torch in Better pop when hatin, no talkin Escort him, to his mafuckin coffin (Uh) That boy did awesome, he be flossin Bag em and toss em, my wheels a fortune On that potion, bet they won't come cross em I horse em, Im ballin, nigga my skin made of Spalding You spoil 'em, how boring, I bust they ass till mornin [Chorus] Look Ma I made it, Im gettin money Them haters hatin, they dont matter Man fuck them all, I got to ball Look how Im lookin, yo baby fresh Check how I dress, heres two for you No love for them, Im super cool [Verse 2] My car go, but I'd rather let them haters see me slow Blue what up? Not a thing Chasin dough, I got to go We both know, you don't really like me so You ain't got to front no more, nigga I'm so cold You can go, die, won't nobody miss you so Everybody knows you be hatin, but I'm cakin No conversation, betta get up and get you some Kinda clique you from, you're far too patient Not mine, no time for wastin Better fuck up the guap, shit they comin in like new dollars Don't matter you stuck up or not Nigga I ain't throwin my pay away, fuck wrong with you trick But I get the same bitches home Givin highway dome in my whip We gon pick some and then switch That one, this one, then I dip Ridin big gun on my hip, sleep then wake up back on my shit [Chorus] Look Ma I made it, Im gettin money Them haters hatin, they dont matter Man fuck them all, I got to ball Look how Im lookin, yo baby fresh Check how I dress, heres two for you No love for them, Im super cool [Outro]

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  • Lloyd Banks