(feat. Styles P)
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[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
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UH! Here's why I go in, back on the dough route
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More money to spend, watch how I show out
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Lamborghini gloves out, that a bring the hoes out
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Dollar signs brung in, that's what I know 'bout
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Neck, wrist froze out, top five a no doubt
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Talk of what you got now, old money don't count
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Back what you kick out, a clip one in your mouth
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It's somethin flammable, my hunger is unexplainable
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[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
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UH! Cool people, Knievel in my alto ego
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Zero, tolerance we strapped wherever we go
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Wife repo, 'bout a mil' and a half key holes
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Bite marks from you slugs on track some kilos
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Three loads, on my p's, q's, and my g hoes
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G-G-G whizz my rise like the superheroes
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Four, five, c-lo, look how good I reload
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Right back at you bitch ass niggas abide the g code
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Click clack deep hole, the industry Debo
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We built these niggas ground up now what they figured we fold
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Figure fours on the competition, I yoke 'em
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Tell me your jokin, my flow is like the levees open
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Foreign trips four to five zips heavy smokin
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Problem tips fourty five clip Chevy smokin
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He put all he got into this I bet he make it
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Ain't gotta give me shit I'm a take it
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[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
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UH! Here's why I go in, back on the dough route
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More money to spend, watch how I show out
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Lamborghini gloves out, that a bring the hoes out
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Dollar signs brung in, that's what I know 'bout
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Neck, wrist froze out, top five a no doubt
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Talk of what you got now, old money don't count
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Back what you kick out, a clip one in your mouth
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It's somethin flammable, my hunger is unexplainable
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[Verse 2: Styles P]
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Here's how I show out
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Even though I'm rappin with niggas that move the blow out (Salute!)
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Let 'em pull the dough out
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You can make it rain but I rather make the snow out
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Run up in your crib with the big fo' fo' out (Whattup!)
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Here's how I show out
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Watch when I show up gettin chips off the strip with the piff and the blow up
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I'm a kill the block and then, leave when it slow up
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Get your mind popped off, before a sign that you throw up
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I just wanna lamp and see the weed plants grow up
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Niggas get that money, legal or illegally
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Bullets put these niggas, right where they need to be
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Bitches never leavin me, Porche pull up easily
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Back on the dough route, grams and the o's out
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Key and the pound wrapped, nigga where your pund at?
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Top five in the booth, top five on the stoop
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You could fuck around and I, pop five in your Coupe
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[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
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UH! Here's why I go in, back on the dough route
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More money to spend, watch how I show out
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Lamborghini gloves out, that a bring the hoes out
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Dollar signs brung in, that's what I know 'bout
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Neck, wrist froze out, top five a no doubt
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Talk of what you got now, old money don't count
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Back what you kick out, a clip one in your mouth
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It's somethin flammable, my hunger is unexplainable
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[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
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Uh! Gettin money dancers and twenty five chancers
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My camp is, crazier The New Black Panthers
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Brush towards the canvas as I stroke my ego
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Rap Picasso with my eyes closed a side that's too dope for people
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Spark cohibas while I snicker at the non believers
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I break the heart in hoes, I gave my heart to sneakers
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I owe my life to Jesus, put my faith in God
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I got a thing for beaches, gettin my favorite job
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Pain happens young scarred that's what made us hard
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Money, drugs, guns ain't for soft shorty play your part
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I'm part of the lucky to leave the part
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Livin luxurious lady layer, that's my art
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[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
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UH! Here's why I go in, back on the dough route
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More money to spend, watch how I show out
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Lamborghini gloves out, that a bring the hoes out
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Dollar signs brung in, that's what I know 'bout
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Neck, wrist froze out, top five a no doubt
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Talk of what you got now, old money don't count
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Back what you kick out, a clip one in your mouth
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It's somethin flammable, my hunger is unexplainable
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Unexplainable
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Lloyd Banks |