(feat. Young Buck, 50 Cent) (Lloyd Banks) Uh.. Uh.. Uh.. Uh.. Uh.. Uh.. (Lloyd Banks Chorus) You already know, my mind is on my dough A millionnaire, don't spend a dolla on a hoe And i'm still in here, tryna get a model out the door How am I bother with the bottle of that dro Slidin' on a roll, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know And if I wasn't Banks, shorty prolly wouldn't roll From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby til the door If you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go) (Lloyd Banks Verse) I move like there's popo behind me Cocoa inside me, so cold and grimey 44 beside me, hoes know where to find me Where ever there's money, yeah i'm the *******t honey (whoo) Hood ***** with that rubberband brick money If I go broke, I'll make you and your man strip dummy Yeah *****, you don't want it with them, there bigger cross us Your on something, *****, their liquor, scared *****, here trigger Teflon, chest con, G'z Up, freeze up and you'll end up in your lawn It's the protege of Fitty (uh huh), inspired by Biggie (uh huh) Burns more then Ziggie (uh huh), the lil' *****z dig me (whooo) I've been stressed out lately, so i'm smokin' more than ever Then smacked in the hood, good pumpin' out my lever I'm a goodfella in a G-unit hood sweater If your ******* give me a sign, i'ma get her (Lloyd Banks Chorus) You already know, my mind is on my dough A millionnaire, don't spend a dolla on a hoe And i'm still in here, tryna get a model out the door How am I bother with the bottle of that dro Slidin' on a roll, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know And if I wasn't Banks, shorty prolly wouldn't roll From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby til the door If you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go) (50 Cent:) There's always folks, moving around with the toasters Push the rock through the smoker's, warnin' do not approach us We in the club with the pokers, steppin' in Gucci loafers Stuntin' in testerosous, down in front with the vultures My clique be the coldest, baddest ******* they know us After the show they blow us and do all types of *******t for us Now I can speak for me, cuz me everywhere I be *****z know i'm a G, got it locked, got the keys We movin' bundles of D, sippin' on Hennessey Buck rollin' the trees, Banks countin' the cheese We get the paper then breeze, ***** we overseas You stuck in the hood, ahh that ain't good Different town, different tour, different telly, different whore Triple x, wet ***, who's next, latex Condom, condo, i'm tight, my money long though You lookin' for a drink *******, I ain't what you lookin' for (Lloyd Banks Chorus) You already know, my mind is on my dough A millionnaire, don't spend a dolla on a hoe And i'm still in here, tryna get a model out the door How am I bother with the bottle of that dro Slidin' on a roll, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know And if I wasn't Banks, shorty prolly wouldn't roll From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby til the door If you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go) (Young Buck:) I'm out on bond, but the '40 still on me Bouncin' round like Lil Jon, thinkin' 'bout my dead homies Watch I hit me a lick, and go get me a brick I keep on losin' shootin' dice, and i'm sick of this *******t Clienteles still poppin', so the druggies keep comin' And my neighbours is watchin', but we still gettin' money, on this block Till' the sun drop, I dont 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 bullet tattoo About to stomp me a *******, put the pump to his lip Tell him talk that *******t nowww, y'all wanna trip I keep it dirty on the Eastcoast, dirty on the West Jus' a dirty lil' ***** with a glock and a vest Banks tell me you dont like him and you know what i'ma do ***** (Lloyd Banks Chorus) You already know, my mind is on my dough A millionnaire, don't spend a dolla on a hoe And i'm still in here, tryna get a model out the door How am I bother with the bottle of that dro Slidin' on a roll, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know And if I wasn't Banks, shorty prolly wouldn't roll From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby til the door If you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go)
(feat. Young Buck, 50 Cent) (Lloyd Banks) Uh.. Uh.. Uh.. Uh.. Uh.. Uh.. (Lloyd Banks Chorus) You already know, my mind is on my dough A millionnaire, don't spend a dolla on a hoe And i'm still in here, tryna get a model out the door How am I bother with the bottle of that dro Slidin' on a roll, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know And if I wasn't Banks, shorty prolly wouldn't roll From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby til the door If you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go) (Lloyd Banks Verse) I move like there's popo behind me Cocoa inside me, so cold and grimey 44 beside me, hoes know where to find me Where ever there's money, yeah i'm the *******t honey (whoo) Hood ***** with that rubberband brick money If I go broke, I'll make you and your man strip dummy Yeah *****, you don't want it with them, there bigger cross us Your on something, *****, their liquor, scared *****, here trigger Teflon, chest con, G'z Up, freeze up and you'll end up in your lawn It's the protege of Fitty (uh huh), inspired by Biggie (uh huh) Burns more then Ziggie (uh huh), the lil' *****z dig me (whooo) I've been stressed out lately, so i'm smokin' more than ever Then smacked in the hood, good pumpin' out my lever I'm a goodfella in a G-unit hood sweater If your ******* give me a sign, i'ma get her (Lloyd Banks Chorus) You already know, my mind is on my dough A millionnaire, don't spend a dolla on a hoe And i'm still in here, tryna get a model out the door How am I bother with the bottle of that dro Slidin' on a roll, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know And if I wasn't Banks, shorty prolly wouldn't roll From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby til the door If you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go) (50 Cent:) There's always folks, moving around with the toasters Push the rock through the smoker's, warnin' do not approach us We in the club with the pokers, steppin' in Gucci loafers Stuntin' in testerosous, down in front with the vultures My clique be the coldest, baddest ******* they know us After the show they blow us and do all types of *******t for us Now I can speak for me, cuz me everywhere I be *****z know i'm a G, got it locked, got the keys We movin' bundles of D, sippin' on Hennessey Buck rollin' the trees, Banks countin' the cheese We get the paper then breeze, ***** we overseas You stuck in the hood, ahh that ain't good Different town, different tour, different telly, different whore Triple x, wet ***, who's next, latex Condom, condo, i'm tight, my money long though You lookin' for a drink *******, I ain't what you lookin' for (Lloyd Banks Chorus) You already know, my mind is on my dough A millionnaire, don't spend a dolla on a hoe And i'm still in here, tryna get a model out the door How am I bother with the bottle of that dro Slidin' on a roll, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know And if I wasn't Banks, shorty prolly wouldn't roll From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby til the door If you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go) (Young Buck:) I'm out on bond, but the '40 still on me Bouncin' round like Lil Jon, thinkin' 'bout my dead homies Watch I hit me a lick, and go get me a brick I keep on losin' shootin' dice, and i'm sick of this *******t Clienteles still poppin', so the druggies keep comin' And my neighbours is watchin', but we still gettin' money, on this block Till' the sun drop, I dont 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 bullet tattoo About to stomp me a *******, put the pump to his lip Tell him talk that *******t nowww, y'all wanna trip I keep it dirty on the Eastcoast, dirty on the West Jus' a dirty lil' ***** with a glock and a vest Banks tell me you dont like him and you know what i'ma do ***** (Lloyd Banks Chorus) You already know, my mind is on my dough A millionnaire, don't spend a dolla on a hoe And i'm still in here, tryna get a model out the door How am I bother with the bottle of that dro Slidin' on a roll, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know And if I wasn't Banks, shorty prolly wouldn't roll From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby til the door If you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go)
