[Lloyd Banks]
I just touched down, Ferrari to concrete
I ain't even home and they're talking about me
f-ck out my ear if you talking 'bout freedom n-gger
Free don't pay the bills Im ballin' all out, b!
You rappers don't know me
Nah I ain't your homie
If your name aint Em, Ferrari or Tony
I like my wheel chromey
My Bentley my Rolly
My Magnum my forty
South Jamaica shawty
these losses I took in the gut yo
the work's still here, I'm just cooking it up slow
Clear my mind, you whippin' the truck load
my Pop dead, but he live through his son though
if rap aint work, I'll be pimpin' on some hoe
Still eating lobster and shrimp in the Bungalow
I'm back like crack over the drumroll
You know, wherever I go the gun go
[Akon - Chorus]
We on the grind (hey) all the time (hey)
ain't bout to let a n-gga come and s***** mine
I keep a nine, you see the shine
I might just let your a** slide this time
While I get this paper, paper
While I get this paper, paper
Cause I'm a celebrity
(I don't need none of y'all)
Ghetto celebrity
(Keep your punk-a** awards)
I'm a celebrity
(Take your fake smile off)
Ghetto celebrity
aint nothing changed n-gger
[Lloyd Banks - Verse 2]
The media will test ya, popularity is pressure
Porche Panamera
platinum hammer through the metal
wreck the booth up, I'm too tough
that inner city grammer
step your jewels up, they bruised up
I'll sparkle for the camera
harsh reality's what (?) holding them back from opening
verbal attack all over these n-ggas, push the herd to the back
I'm the kind that they pray on, spending half of their day on
lay on, n-ggas for days, just shots spray on
my sound system knock and in pound Tupac
6-4 jumping like the ground too hot
they spot me, they chase a n-gga down two blocks
two shots in the air for n-ggas that aint here
two tone, two door, grey top, roof floor
green guap galore, in and out of new hall
that bright light you saw, was a paparazzi flash
I'm tryna snap a picture through your Maserati glass
[Akon - Chorus]
We on the grind (hey) all the time (hey)
ain't bout to let a n-gga come and s***** mine
I keep a nine, you see the shine
I might just let your a** slide this time
While I get this paper, paper
While I get this paper, paper
Cause I'm a celebrity
(I don't need none of y'all)
Ghetto celebrity
(Keep your punk-a** awards)
I'm a celebrity
(Take your fake smile off)
Ghetto celebrity
aint nothing changed n-gger
I just touched down, Ferrari to concrete
I ain't even home and they're talking about me
f-ck out my ear if you talking 'bout freedom n-gger
Free don't pay the bills Im ballin' all out, b!
You rappers don't know me
Nah I ain't your homie
If your name aint Em, Ferrari or Tony
I like my wheel chromey
My Bentley my Rolly
My Magnum my forty
South Jamaica shawty
these losses I took in the gut yo
the work's still here, I'm just cooking it up slow
Clear my mind, you whippin' the truck load
my Pop dead, but he live through his son though
if rap aint work, I'll be pimpin' on some hoe
Still eating lobster and shrimp in the Bungalow
I'm back like crack over the drumroll
You know, wherever I go the gun go
[Akon - Chorus]
We on the grind (hey) all the time (hey)
ain't bout to let a n-gga come and s***** mine
I keep a nine, you see the shine
I might just let your a** slide this time
While I get this paper, paper
While I get this paper, paper
Cause I'm a celebrity
(I don't need none of y'all)
Ghetto celebrity
(Keep your punk-a** awards)
I'm a celebrity
(Take your fake smile off)
Ghetto celebrity
aint nothing changed n-gger
[Lloyd Banks - Verse 2]
The media will test ya, popularity is pressure
Porche Panamera
platinum hammer through the metal
wreck the booth up, I'm too tough
that inner city grammer
step your jewels up, they bruised up
I'll sparkle for the camera
harsh reality's what (?) holding them back from opening
verbal attack all over these n-ggas, push the herd to the back
I'm the kind that they pray on, spending half of their day on
lay on, n-ggas for days, just shots spray on
my sound system knock and in pound Tupac
6-4 jumping like the ground too hot
they spot me, they chase a n-gga down two blocks
two shots in the air for n-ggas that aint here
two tone, two door, grey top, roof floor
green guap galore, in and out of new hall
that bright light you saw, was a paparazzi flash
I'm tryna snap a picture through your Maserati glass
[Akon - Chorus]
We on the grind (hey) all the time (hey)
ain't bout to let a n-gga come and s***** mine
I keep a nine, you see the shine
I might just let your a** slide this time
While I get this paper, paper
While I get this paper, paper
Cause I'm a celebrity
(I don't need none of y'all)
Ghetto celebrity
(Keep your punk-a** awards)
I'm a celebrity
(Take your fake smile off)
Ghetto celebrity
aint nothing changed n-gger