[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
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I'll show you how to do this dummy (Uh)
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Watch me as I run through this money (Uh)
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Even when its cloudy my jewels is sunny
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Your girlfriend gets her knee bruises from me
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The names Banks (Yea) I'm a million dollar nigga
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we both rollin but my wheel a lil' bigger
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I get mine if there's a will, then there's a way
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And it won't be no tommorow if I don't hit today
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I'm kind of tired and I ain't here to play
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So if you don't cooperate then I ain't gon stay
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I'm real flashy but I don't give a fuck
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This shit cost to much money to keep it tucked
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Most of these industry niggas is all butt
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Talk but soon as you see them they ball up
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We ridin round in that BM and the long truck
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You see me in ya hood
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my ghetto pass good
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[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
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I'll Turn U Into A Customer
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I've been thinking all night about touchin ya (come here)
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I'm tryin ta get this shit goin and you frontin
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I'm from New York ma show A nigga somethin
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My clothes are fresh my Bentley's clean
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My knot's on swole I'm ready to roll
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I'm blowing on green my whip's on lean
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I just found another way to get that cream
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[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
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Looking at my Roley it's about that time
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To snatch one of these bitches off that line
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Man home girl must've lost her mind
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Hoppin all around my interior design
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I'm finnin to slide to the telly
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Then it's 1, 2, right in ya belly
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You might see me fly through in that Jag toy
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You know what it is G-Unit and Bad Boy
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My own mama used to say I wasn't shit
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Now I'm rich mama don't remember shit (remember what?)
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You little niggas couldn't handle what I smoke
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It'll feel like I lit a candle in your throat
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And I could understand Hammer gon blow
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As soon as it gets cold, you're everybody's Cole
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And when they ain't got no weed, you're everybody's smoke
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And I'm everybody's favorite
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The wrong one to play wit yeah!
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[Chorus]
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[Long Pause]
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[Chorus]
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Turnin You Into A Customer
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| Lloyd Banks |
