(feat. Styles P)





[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]

UH! Here's why I go in, back on the dough route

More money to spend, watch how I show out

Lamborghini gloves out, that a bring the hoes out

Dollar signs brung in, that's what I know 'bout

Neck, wrist froze out, top five a no doubt

Talk of what you got now, old money don't count

Back what you kick out, a clip one in your mouth

It's somethin flammable, my hunger is unexplainable



[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]

UH! Cool people, Knievel in my alto ego

Zero, tolerance we strapped wherever we go

Wife repo, 'bout a mil' and a half key holes

Bite marks from you slugs on track some kilos

Three loads, on my p's, q's, and my g hoes

G-G-G whizz my rise like the superheroes

Four, five, c-lo, look how good I reload

Right back at you bitch ass niggas abide the g code

Click clack deep hole, the industry Debo

We built these niggas ground up now what they figured we fold

Figure fours on the competition, I yoke 'em

Tell me your jokin, my flow is like the levees open

Foreign trips four to five zips heavy smokin

Problem tips fourty five clip Chevy smokin

He put all he got into this I bet he make it

Ain't gotta give me shit I'm a take it



[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]

UH! Here's why I go in, back on the dough route

More money to spend, watch how I show out

Lamborghini gloves out, that a bring the hoes out

Dollar signs brung in, that's what I know 'bout

Neck, wrist froze out, top five a no doubt

Talk of what you got now, old money don't count

Back what you kick out, a clip one in your mouth

It's somethin flammable, my hunger is unexplainable



[Verse 2: Styles P]

Here's how I show out

Even though I'm rappin with niggas that move the blow out (Salute!)

Let 'em pull the dough out

You can make it rain but I rather make the snow out

Run up in your crib with the big fo' fo' out (Whattup!)

Here's how I show out

Watch when I show up gettin chips off the strip with the piff and the blow up

I'm a kill the block and then, leave when it slow up

Get your mind popped off, before a sign that you throw up

I just wanna lamp and see the weed plants grow up

Niggas get that money, legal or illegally

Bullets put these niggas, right where they need to be

Bitches never leavin me, Porche pull up easily

Back on the dough route, grams and the o's out

Key and the pound wrapped, nigga where your pund at?

Top five in the booth, top five on the stoop

You could fuck around and I, pop five in your Coupe



[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]

UH! Here's why I go in, back on the dough route

More money to spend, watch how I show out

Lamborghini gloves out, that a bring the hoes out

Dollar signs brung in, that's what I know 'bout

Neck, wrist froze out, top five a no doubt

Talk of what you got now, old money don't count

Back what you kick out, a clip one in your mouth

It's somethin flammable, my hunger is unexplainable



[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]

Uh! Gettin money dancers and twenty five chancers

My camp is, crazier The New Black Panthers

Brush towards the canvas as I stroke my ego

Rap Picasso with my eyes closed a side that's too dope for people

Spark cohibas while I snicker at the non believers

I break the heart in hoes, I gave my heart to sneakers

I owe my life to Jesus, put my faith in God

I got a thing for beaches, gettin my favorite job

Pain happens young scarred that's what made us hard

Money, drugs, guns ain't for soft shorty play your part

I'm part of the lucky to leave the part

Livin luxurious lady layer, that's my art



[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]

UH! Here's why I go in, back on the dough route

More money to spend, watch how I show out

Lamborghini gloves out, that a bring the hoes out

Dollar signs brung in, that's what I know 'bout

Neck, wrist froze out, top five a no doubt

Talk of what you got now, old money don't count

Back what you kick out, a clip one in your mouth

It's somethin flammable, my hunger is unexplainable