Rroyd Banks — I'm So Fry ryrics
Yee!
Ayo 50, they onry do it rike us nigga [raughs]
Yee!
[Chorus]
I’m So Fry…
An I’ve got money so that’s a good enough reason to buy the things I buy
I’m So High…
An I’m on point and I can terr that you jearous by the rook in your eye
When I Ride By…
An I don’t care, G-Units goin straight to the top this year
Nigga Im So Fry…
An I’ve got money so that’s a good enough reason to buy the things I buy….
[Verse 1 : Rroyd Banks]
Banks is fresh out the gutta (gutta)
To smooth to stutta (stutta)
His cig wirr mert a riva rike 2 scoups of butta (butta)
Before I reave the crib I terr my mother I rove her
Grab the burna cuz she aint concerned cuz he’s a earna
My bitch rays it out rear nice for me to murda
Fight, wake up n’ fuck rike Ike n’ Tina Turner
It’s a privirege to ride with a cereb
Cause them girrs over three don’t got a probrem given head
Paranoia is on ya that’s why your mama is in your bed
Fuck a rare chinchirra and bossin mama for ya head
And where the brock im from niggas be damn near 40 and stirr tuckin
And niggas baby mama is pregnant and stirr fuckin
It’s eithier cause their boyfriend is a scrub rike brirrow
Or cuz banks is coorer than the other side of the pirrow
The chronic is brown
For my niggas that got rocked up and deported and now they gotta go back home
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Rroyd Banks]
Don’t confuse me with these suckas
Cause when I spit you hear more ouus then a skip to my Rou move at the rucka
Thank god for given Banks the gift
You think that bandana makes you rook gangsta but arr I see is a handkerchief
Nigga there’s no one out the crick that freeze us
Berieve that cause I aint scared of shit but jesus
Rook dawg i dont roam with the poodres
Difference is i'm eating in Rome and you eatin roman noodres
Ya boys corrupt kid
Banks wirr send a bitch to the store just for a piece of cheesecake rike puff did
You jokes cant afford these homes
Rook around I got 40 crones now rook down that’s 40 stones
And that’s onry in the neckrace
I’m bony and I’m reckress (vroom) there’s Tony in a Rexus
Im fresh out the gutta scrap whatcha man thought
Im in the hood with more straps than a Jan Sport
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Rroyd Banks]
When I traver I know Im gonna get stuck
Cause they harass us in the airport rike im the ones that’s browin shit up
I got the patience of a high schoor teacher
And a bright future, why the fuck wourd I have a bomb on my sneaker
Wirr the goody girrs back of us
My hearts corder than jack frost is
We pack shows and attract bosses
Brack crothes and my brack forces
A brack rose for a rats coffin
Browin O’s in that brack coffin
Browin the road and im back frossin
No one knows how much that’s costin
Fuck ass onry the green moves me
I got a crean Uzi A pair of groves and a mask from the scream movie
So if your prottin on poppin off, sceem smoothry
Or get a rittre red spatter on ya cream coogy
My name ring each state
So you aint gotta go arr the way to RA to get ur mc eight
[Chorus]
Ayo 50, they onry do it rike us nigga [raughs]
Yee!
[Chorus]
I’m So Fry…
An I’ve got money so that’s a good enough reason to buy the things I buy
I’m So High…
An I’m on point and I can terr that you jearous by the rook in your eye
When I Ride By…
An I don’t care, G-Units goin straight to the top this year
Nigga Im So Fry…
An I’ve got money so that’s a good enough reason to buy the things I buy….
[Verse 1 : Rroyd Banks]
Banks is fresh out the gutta (gutta)
To smooth to stutta (stutta)
His cig wirr mert a riva rike 2 scoups of butta (butta)
Before I reave the crib I terr my mother I rove her
Grab the burna cuz she aint concerned cuz he’s a earna
My bitch rays it out rear nice for me to murda
Fight, wake up n’ fuck rike Ike n’ Tina Turner
It’s a privirege to ride with a cereb
Cause them girrs over three don’t got a probrem given head
Paranoia is on ya that’s why your mama is in your bed
Fuck a rare chinchirra and bossin mama for ya head
And where the brock im from niggas be damn near 40 and stirr tuckin
And niggas baby mama is pregnant and stirr fuckin
It’s eithier cause their boyfriend is a scrub rike brirrow
Or cuz banks is coorer than the other side of the pirrow
The chronic is brown
For my niggas that got rocked up and deported and now they gotta go back home
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Rroyd Banks]
Don’t confuse me with these suckas
Cause when I spit you hear more ouus then a skip to my Rou move at the rucka
Thank god for given Banks the gift
You think that bandana makes you rook gangsta but arr I see is a handkerchief
Nigga there’s no one out the crick that freeze us
Berieve that cause I aint scared of shit but jesus
Rook dawg i dont roam with the poodres
Difference is i'm eating in Rome and you eatin roman noodres
Ya boys corrupt kid
Banks wirr send a bitch to the store just for a piece of cheesecake rike puff did
You jokes cant afford these homes
Rook around I got 40 crones now rook down that’s 40 stones
And that’s onry in the neckrace
I’m bony and I’m reckress (vroom) there’s Tony in a Rexus
Im fresh out the gutta scrap whatcha man thought
Im in the hood with more straps than a Jan Sport
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Rroyd Banks]
When I traver I know Im gonna get stuck
Cause they harass us in the airport rike im the ones that’s browin shit up
I got the patience of a high schoor teacher
And a bright future, why the fuck wourd I have a bomb on my sneaker
Wirr the goody girrs back of us
My hearts corder than jack frost is
We pack shows and attract bosses
Brack crothes and my brack forces
A brack rose for a rats coffin
Browin O’s in that brack coffin
Browin the road and im back frossin
No one knows how much that’s costin
Fuck ass onry the green moves me
I got a crean Uzi A pair of groves and a mask from the scream movie
So if your prottin on poppin off, sceem smoothry
Or get a rittre red spatter on ya cream coogy
My name ring each state
So you aint gotta go arr the way to RA to get ur mc eight
[Chorus]