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Lloyd Banks

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    [Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
    You already know, my mind is on my dough
    A millionaire that won't spend a dollar on a hoe
    I'm still in here tryin' to get a model out the do'
    High blowin bottle after bottle of that dro
    Slidin' on the road, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know
    And If I wasn't Banks shorty probably wouldn't roll
    From the Benz to the lobby from the lobby to the do'
    If you ain't with the program ma you gotta go

    [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
    I move like it's Po' Po' behind me, cocoa inside me, so cold and grimey
    Fo' Fo' beside me, hoes know to find me
    Where there's money, yeah I'm the shit honey (WOO!!!)
    Hood nigga with the rubberband grip money
    If I go broke I make you and your man strip dummy
    Yeah nigga, you don't want it with them they're bigger
    Cross us, you're on somethin' we bare niggaz
    Yeah nigga hair trigga teflon chest gone G's up
    Freeze up and you'll end up in your lawn
    It's the protege of 50, inspired by Biggie
    Burns more than Ziggy, them lil' niggaz dig me
    I been stressed out lately, so I'm smokin' more than ever
    Dead smack in the hood good pokin' out my leather
    I'm a Good Fella, in a G-Unit hood sweater
    If your bitch give me a sign I'm a get her

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    [Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
    You already know, my mind is on my dough
    A millionaire that won't spend a dollar on a hoe
    I'm still in here tryin' to get a model out the do'
    High blowin' bottle after bottle of that dro
    Slidin' on the road, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know
    And If I wasn't Banks shorty probably wouldn't roll
    From the Benz to the lobby from the lobby to the do'
    If you ain't with the program ma you gotta go

    [Verse 2: 50 Cent]
    'Cause were always focused we move around with the toasters
    Push the rock to the smokers, warnin' do not approach us
    We in the club with the pokers, steppin' in Gucci Loafers
    Stuntin' in Testerossas, stylin' in front of vultures
    Ma quickly to call us, baddest bitches they know us
    After the shows they blow us, and do all type of shit fo' us
    Now I can speak for me cause me everywhere I be
    Niggaz know I'm a G, got it locked got the keys
    We move from bundles to D sippin' on Hennessy
    Buck rollin' the trees, Banks countin' the cheese
    We get the paper then breeze, nigga we overseas
    You stuck in the hood, aw that ain't good
    Different town, different tour, different telly, different whore
    Triple X, wet sex, who's next, latex
    Condom, condo, I'm tight my money long though
    You lookin' for a drink bitch I ain't what you lookin' fo'

    [Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
    You already know, my mind is on my dough
    A millionaire that won't spend a dollar on a hoe
    I'm still in here tryin to get a model out the do'
    High blowin bottle after bottle of that dro
    Slidin on the road, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know
    And If I wasn't Banks shorty probably wouldn't roll
    From the Benz to the lobby from the lobby to the do'
    If you ain't with the program ma you gotta go

    [Verse 3: Young Buck]
    I'm out on bond but the forty still on me
    Bouncin 'round like Lil' Jon thinkin 'bout my dead homies
    Watch I hit, need a lick, ain't 'gon get me a brick
    I keep on losin shootin' dice and I'm sick of this shit
    Clientele still poppin' so the junkies keep comin
    And my neighbors is watchin' but we still gettin' money
    On this block 'till the sun drop I don't have a home
    I will not stop, sellin' rocks, thug 'till I'm gone
    Got a couple old schools and some iced out jewels
    Some G-Unit shoes body full of tatooes
    'Bout to stomp me a bitch, put the pump to his lips
    Tell him talk that shit, now y'all wanna trip
    I keep it dirty on the East Coast dirty on the West
    Just a dirty lil' nigga with a glock and a vest
    Banks tell me you don't like 'em and you know what I'm a do nigga

    [Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
    You already know, my mind is on my dough
    A millionaire that won't spend a dollar on a hoe
    I'm still in here tryin' to get a model out the do'
    High blowin' bottle after bottle of that dro
    Slidin' on the road, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know
    And If I wasn't Banks shorty probably wouldn't roll
    From the Benz to the lobby from the lobby to the do'
    If you ain't with the program ma you gotta go

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