look ma

banks, lloyd

fuck with me let me show you where i'm coming from

coming from

coming from

coming from

coming from. the streets is crazy maybe he gon' need another gun

'nother gun

'nother gun

'nother gun

'nother gun. look ma i made it

i'm gettin' money

them haters hatin'

they don't matter

man fuck them all

i got the ball

look how i'm lookin

yo' baby fresh

check how i dress

heres two for you

no love for them

i'm super cool. uh. rip's

rsvp's

mansions

off cd's

gt's

tv's

surrounded by three p's

paper

power

pussy

cause we fall off the map

but i wan' go back to what they rather be

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 'um they done made my heart a blizzard

money sent when i walk in

and my bitch just got the torch in

better pop your hatin'

no talkin

it's stalkin

to his muhfuckin' coffin'

that boy there awesome

he be flossin'

bags 'um and toss' 'um

my wheels a fortune

on that portion

that they don't come cross 'um

i horse 'um

i'm ballin'

nigga my skin made of spalding

you spoil 'um

how boring

i bust they ass till morning'. look ma i made it

i'm gettin' money

them haters hatin'

they don't matter

man fuck them all

i got the ball

look how i'm lookin

yo' baby fresh

check how i dress

heres two for you

no love for them

i'm super cool. uh. my car go

but i rather let them haters see me slow

blue

what up"

Full Lyrics: look ma - banks, lloyd