The Rush

(album: Mo Money In The Bank 4: Gang Green Season - 2006)

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 praying
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 rushing to bend her over something
And I'm bumping, the volume's to the max and I'm fronting
All of a sudden she's down on the humble for a feel
And I'm driftin in and out of lanes, fumbling the wheel
A couple of miles later I be cumming 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