Lyrics: Lloyd Banks. Brand New Car.

YEAHHHHHH, 2G'z Up
Clue what up

I got mtv cribs and mtv whips
now watch me work my way on the mtv list
mainstream pop quizz got the mvp piss
smoke it away, products switch every 3 zips
and my bitch, prada fits hella mean hips
who me, gucci boy, red and green strips
yeah you dabble with the 5 but never sink the 6
i stand out like im 7ft tall on sticks
no seeds in my weed coz i aint the one growing it
i dont feel like im holding if i aint the one holding it
im as cool as you can be, tully in the V
aswell as the club, bougie broad booty on my knee
and im on point, they tryna sneak, screw me and i seef
in my 1000 dollar loafs i make em move before i leave
im a worker if i aint home im usually over seas
getting used in the jacuzzi, me, ruby and patrice
im a beast, these pussy niggaz hatin but im still here
fuck em, ill feel the same way when im in my wheelchair
im in a game full of chumps and it feels rare
5 years done went by and niggaz still scared
i make a bill lair you better chill startin
ill put your ass on that double XL milk carton

reach chump i got the keday that Y
hit a ritter tat guy and his midget mac size
keep my mind on my business and my digits pass five
leave no evidence to witness now witness the bad guy
i show out and bring the bow out
hennessey and dro out
the yachts float out, the coups roll out
(no doubt)
this is pitiful, digitial and political
aint nothing original when lil niggaz get at you
now i gotta get back at em just on principal
bruce banner with the hammer, im invincible
you niggaz out there dreaming and need a pitch or two
even if you was on the team we be benching you
news flash, they dont mention you
non violent niggaz intentional
miserable

its the plk baby, none of these niggaz touchin me
im a brand new car. marcelargo or somethin
i run right by you nigga, get your oil changed
boy