[Lloyd Banks]
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[Chorus]
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You already know, my mind is on my dough
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A millionnaire, don't spend a dolla on a hoe
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And i'm still in here, tryna get a model out the door
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How am I bother with the bottle of that dro
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Slidin' on a roll, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know
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And if I wasn't Banks, shorty prolly wouldn't roll
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From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby til the door
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If you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go)
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[Verse 1]
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I move like there's popo behind me
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Cocoa inside me, so cold and grimey
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44 beside me, hoes know where to find me
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Where ever there's money, yeah i'm the shit honey (whoo)
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Hood nigga with that rubberband brick money
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If I go broke, I'll make you and your man strip dummy
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Yeah nigga, you don't want it with them, there bigger cross us
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Your on something, weed, their liquor, scared nigga, here trigger
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Teflon, chest con, G'z Up, freeze up and you'll end up in your lawn
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It's the protege of Fitty (uh huh), inspired by Biggie (uh huh)
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Burns more then Ziggie (uh huh), the lil' niggaz dig me (whooo)
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I've been stressed out lately, so i'm smokin' more than ever
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Then smacked in the hood, good pumpin' out my lever
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I'm a goodfella in a G-unit hood sweater
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If your bitch give me a sign, i'ma get her
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[Chorus]
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You already know, my mind is on my dough
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A millionnaire, don't spend a dolla on a hoe
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And i'm still in here, tryna get a model out the door
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How am I bother with the bottle of that dro
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Slidin' on a roll, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know
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And if I wasn't Banks, shorty prolly wouldn't roll
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From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby til the door
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If you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go)
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[Verse 2]
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Im fresh in my 2006 whip, coup down the sick brick
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Fool around and get hit, move down the strip quick, 2 pounds of drip drip
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Smokin like its legal, me and my Desert Eagle
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All the hoes eyein when I think about flyin
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Got a hustlers ambition of Get Rich or Die Tryin
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And that other guys lyin, he aint lookin, he aint buyin
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He aint flyin, he aint cakin, everybody know he fakin
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I should let the hood bake em but ill take him right to satan
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Just for hatin leave disgratin run him over with a Dayton
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And burn rubber like the back tires of a Lear
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Sapphires in my ear, yea thats why they stare
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Yea thats why they glare, im icy as it gets
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With a white tee in a 6, with a wifey in the wrist
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If theres junk in the trunk ill pull over and roll a blunt
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And i shouldnt have to tell her what i want
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[Chorus]
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You already know, my mind is on my dough
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A millionnaire, don't spend a dolla on a hoe
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And i'm still in here, tryna get a model out the door
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How am I bother with the bottle of that dro
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Slidin' on a roll, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know
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And if I wasn't Banks, shorty prolly wouldn't roll
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From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby til the door
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If you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go)
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You Already Know Remix
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Lloyd Banks |