Celebrity Lloyd Banks (Ft. Akon)

[Intro: Akon]
Yeah, hey
Yeah, uh huh, Akon and Lloyd Banks

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
I just touched down Ferarri to concrete, uh
I ain't even home and they talkin' bout me (What)
Fuck out my ear if you talkin' bout free
Nigga free don't pay the bills I'm ballin all out, B
These rappers don't know me, nah I ain't your homey
If your name ain't Em, Ferrari, or Tony
I make my wheel chromey, my Bentley, my Rollie
My Magnum, my Fourty, South Jamaica shorty
These races I took in the gut yo
The roach still here I'm just cookin' it up slow
Clear my mind I'm whippin' the truck low
My pop dead, but he live through his son though
If rap ain't work, I be pimpin' on some ho
Still eatin' lobster and shrimp in the bungalow
I'm back like crack, over the drum roll
You know, wherever I go the gun go

[Refrain: Akon]
We on the grind, all the time, hey
Ain't 'bout to let a nigga come and snatch mine, hey
I keep a nine, hey; you see the shine, hey
I might let your ass slide this time
While I get this paper, paper
While I get this paper, paper
Cause I'm a celebrity, I don't need none of y'all
Ghetto celebrity - keep your punk-ass awards
I'm a celebrity, take your fake smiles off
Ghetto celebrity, ain't nothin' changed nigga