Soundtracks - You already know - lloyd banks feat. 50 cent & young buck Lyrics
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- You already know - lloyd banks feat. 50 cent & young buck Lyrics
Album: Get Rich Or Die Tryin' [Intro: Lloyd Banks] Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!Uh [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 [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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