(feat. 50 Cent)





[Lloyd Banks - Verse 1]

Uh, I meet my (?) at the corner store

(?) rapping out here, i just want it more

turn the music down, you can hear my stomach roar

bagged a hundred (?) last year, just bagged a hundred more

they hatin' but everything that goes, comes back sticky green fun pack

jewellery make me hump back

back packers want that and they aint bout the diamonds (?)

he gon commercial, who you think they rhyming with

I got the drama kid and my Obama whip

running up on my stage, Lil mama shit

ugh, lil mama thick

and my time is slim

come bout thirty minutes after I put the condom in



[50 Cent - Chorus]

Gettin' to the dough

Louie on my foot

put the metal to the floor, is all a nigga know



Payback don't come around disrespecting

we dont take that

I'm on my leathers every second



and my hearts so cold I dont trust a soul

it's funny how the bullshit goes you never know



Payback don't come around disrespecting

we dont take that

I'm on my leathers every second



[Lloyd Banks - Verse 2]

They crown me with the punch hat, who better?

I hit red skins, smoke green and spit blue pepper

Benz blue leather, Jet cool weather

cool meaning hot

so i don't need the top

camn down, breath and stop

start and I'mma skip your pulse

Mister my life's the shit

Calamari shrimp and boats

C-notes, 5 ferrari, different coast

I'ma suits em up probably aint gotta lift my toes

I shut my dogs on 'em like Jehova witness

I done made it to the top like I said

I told you bitches

they don't really want me they just want my riches

so muthafuck the law, firends, cousins and sisters



[Chorus]



[Lloyd Banks - Verse 3]

I turn the club to TV, come dancing with the stars

than I'm in ya ear, in her ear, amping a menage

nigga make the money, but never knew how it felt

in a hundred pair pants, thats a hundred different belts

dress kills, chronic helps

pussy just for the moment

ballin' like a Hornet

see I get it, I want it

everybody knows, heat hurts you got to show me first

magician, but I can turn them to a Holy Ghost

you can bring two, three, four of them, the wars won

tick tock boom, make 'em all run, come on son

big talks just talk, I let my money bark

put my Ferrari in park, give them a running start

go, cause I don't feel a single drop of pressure

no, (?)strap foreign guap collector

he better stop all the hate, he know my ends straight

I clap your girl make the bed break, leak the sex tape



[Chorus]