(feat. Lloyd Banks & Young Buck)



[Lloyd Banks]

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[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 shit honey (whoo)

Hood nigga with that rubberband brick money

If I go broke, I'll make you and your man strip dummy

Yeah nigga, you don't want it with them, there bigger cross us

Your on something, weed, their liquor, scared nigga, 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' niggaz 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 bitch 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 bitches they know us

After the show they blow us and do all types of shit for us

Now I can speak for me, cuz me everywhere I be

Niggaz 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, nigga we overseas

You stuck in the hood, ahh 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' 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 shit

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 bitch, put the pump to his lip

Tell him talk that shit nowww, y'all wanna trip

I keep it dirty on the Eastcoast, dirty on the West

Jus' a dirty lil' nigga with a glock and a vest

Banks tell me you dont like him and you know what i'ma do nigga



[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)