Fly Like The Wind Lyrics - Jim Jones

If it ain't the whip, its the jewels* 

New hit after hit, makes your chicks wanna choose 

The hammers always workin, we in here with the tools 

Fitty on the fifth? seven hundred on the shoes 

I gotta win, damn if I lose, whips fly in the wind, checks coming by the twos 

I gotta win, damn if I lose, all my ex's got cold hearts I'm probably that cool 

We spendin cash over here you a swiper 

You beefin' on the internet I ain't a big typer 

I make her think I like her, 

You wifin' yellow ice so when the problems start it up boy you just a pedal biker 

Queens in this bitch, clean in the six (series) 

New york city nigga I don't like no team but the Knicks 

Only Giant take Jets, baguettes gleam off the wrists G-coded fully loaded, gat and beam on the trips 

Stuntin in the rover, gucci polo nike timbo's show 

Hatiens hella no, money stretch out like a limo though 

Banks flow is stupid, his raps get me smothered 

I get guap around the world girl my stacks multi-colored UH 

Private lanes, we ain't gotta lane to change planes? 

Poppin hella tums, tryna kick the champagne pains 

Blockin out my haters with designer name-frames 

Poker face, giggling inside at ya fake chains 

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If it ain't the whip, its the jewels. 

New hit after hit, makes your chicks wanna choose 

The hammers always workin, we in here with the tools 

Fitty on the fifth? seven hundred on the shoes 

I gotta win, damn if I lose, whips fly in the wind, checks coming by the twos 

I gotta win, damn if I lose, all my ex's got cold hearts I'm probably that cool 

I'm into knockin bitches off, knockin bitches out 

When it comes to bricks (or soft?) 

We got em in a drought 

I got the lambo whippin off, the tires skiddin out 

When a nigga lift the doors, a fly nigga gettin out 

HUH my chain swinging like a haymaker 

This is vampire life, we the daybreakers 

If you wanna bet your luck you spend a day in vegas 

But if you wanna fuck with us you might make the papers 

Trying to watch the roof crumble like a piece of paper 

And they better watch they (step?) like they need a baker 

I gave the watch face bo-tox shots 

And my neck keep me cool in all the hot spots 

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If it ain't the whip, its the jewels. 

New hit after hit, makes your chicks wanna choose 

The hammers always workin, we in here with the tools 

Fitty on the fifth? seven hundred on the shoes 

I gotta win, damn if I lose, whips fly in the wind, checks coming by the twos 

I gotta win, damn if I lose, all my ex's got cold hearts I'm probably that cool 

I got a lot to prove, you lose matter of time 

My swagger (dies of news?) you fools made at my shine 

hoppin down the avenues, new jewels back on the grind 

run up on us with ya lil cute tools, your out your mind 

Niggas copycating, ain't that flow familiar 

Ghetto (still?) lobby packing when I go Brazil 

Ain't no bitches (snotty actin?) if you ain't broke they feel ya 

2-11 wood grain willa, bentley overkill 

UH my chick as nasty as it gets, 

you think I walk around with beads on, how they be flashin tits 

my shorty cookin clean, handle magic tricks 

make it clap, gag spit, miss me with the average bitch 

Reefer baby, air jordan made me sneaker crazy. 

Never been a cuffer, hidden ducker, you can keep me lady 

(blue hefter?) heartbreaker, only speakers play me 

new mercedes, 180 my whole fleet is crazy 

If it ain't the whip, its the jewels. 

New hit after hit, makes your chicks wanna choose 

The hammers always workin, we in here with the tools 

Fitty on the fifth? seven hundred on the shoes 

I gotta win, damn if I lose, whips fly in the wind, checks coming by the twos 

I gotta win, damn if I lose, all my ex's got cold hearts I'm probably that cool