Nah Nah, I dont 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      [Verse]   Fresh off of the plane i jets off in the Range   First class seat but this west coast aint the same   The rap game will put stress, fortune, and fame   A slow drive-by when they aired out Kane   S55 all cleared out chain   They body me, you body them, support there out prayin   My only wish is to find ya catcher   Lay ya ass on a stretcher, betcha, getcha, ass out the hood   All i got is rap for that, i spazz out for good   Thats my income, it keeps me in Paz and Hollywood   Im hardly home, when i leave the club the party gone   And im pissy off patrone, tryna get ma home   My name Banks baby, im top rank lady   I gotta go, grab ya coat, bitch you aint crazy   I speed off, gainin and rushin, and bend her over somethin   And im pumpin, devyin till the macs and im frontin   All of a sudden she down on the humble for a feel   And im driftin in and out of lane, fumblin the wheel   A couple of miles later i be cummin on her grill   Then its back to the hotel and chill      [Chorus]   Ma i give you the rush   Damn ma, ya lil outfit got my third hand high   And i need ya to understand I   Aint really got alot of time, bitch out ya mind its me   Damn blood, dont you wanna get up out them handcuffs   I aint gonna love you like ya man does   I aint got alot of time, bitch out ya mind