, Fly smoke the prettiest bud and wait and shake full of skunk for this Fly live, i need to love, so pass this Playa tha funk. [Chorus x4] Im on it
wait till Fly get through I-B-N the house to stay I-B-N know not to play I-B-N wont grin, but quickly send a busta on his way I-B-N on power flour I-B-N on
't no hata gon' stop me A quarter mile we done ran but I can keep up on feet We platnum bound on you clowns But still we loved on these streets A rough
[CHORUS] Ohhh, we movin' on Hey now playa whacha waitin' on Come on playa we movin' on Ha-tah get that hatin' gon Yeah [Playa Fly] Yea I hope you playaz
is gon' cost your head, you must stay before Fly quit Out the frame Fly chick and slick, ?behind me get them kizness man? Movin' snuggly boulders right on
Fly, Fly down wit Blac, with the otherside this game for gamin on em, I'll act a flat monkey on em they head stay turnin on em our names gonna bring it
zar, and just because Im local, dont mean I cant go fi-zar, and this is on the bi-zar, put ignorant wit ramus, this left Fly to the t and Ill be damned
: [CHORUS] Ohhh, we movin' on Hey now playa whacha waitin' on Come on playa we movin' on Ha-tah get that hatin' gon Yeah [Playa Fly] Yea I hope you
walk, yeah that's why I talk that talk Let my down my flip, pop up my trunk but on my life I spark the dark I'm on that um (movin slow), jammin that
when the ride is movin, keep your hands inside At first I take you low then I can take you high Take you twice around the world, baby I make you fly Make you fly
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump, Put ya back in, Back out Do da hump. Put ya hands on ya knees And bend ya rump, Put ya back in, Back out
shit, (c'mon) Bad Boy 2Kin it (uh huh) So playboy, what type of paper is you playin wit [Chorus - Marsha - 2x] See that Bad Boy on the countdown (on
c'mon We gonna go crazy, uh 'Til the lights come on Tomorrow I'm gonna be on it Think about last night when I strolled in How me and her were just on
on the radio And the Jay-Z song was on And the Jay-Z song was on And the Jay-Z song was on So I put my hands up, they're playin' my song The butterflies
, real niggas, real blingas, real money makers No play, Bad Boys on top They won't stop No, we got some, real niggas, real blingas, real money makers No play, Bad Boys on
on the run Street giant defiant to the laws That the white man made, nigga, that's why we play, nigga AKA the street hustler from the Westside Too damn fly
makin', movin' shakin' Corporate jet glidin', limousine ridin' Writin' hits, filthy rich straight up nigga That's right, I'm a nigga Now I'ma write this song though the radio won't play
You made to my house when you was wild-n-out before Nick When you was on my dick and give you somethin to smile about How many times you fly to my house