[Intro: Lloyd Banks]
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Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!
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[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
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You already know, my mind is on my dough
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A millionaire that won't spend a dollar on a hoe
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I'm still in here tryin to get a model out the do'
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High blowin bottle after bottle of that dro
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Slidin on the roll, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know
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And If I wasn't Banks shorty probably wouldn't roll
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From the Benz to the lobby from the lobby to the do'
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If you ain't with the program ma you gotta go
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[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
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I move like it's Po' Po' behind me, cocoa inside me, so cold and grimey
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Fo' Fo' beside me, hoes know to find me
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Where there's money, yeah I'm the shit honey (WOO!!!)
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Hood nigga with the rubberband brick money
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If I go broke I make you and your man strip dummy
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Yeah nigga, you don't want it with them their bigger
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Cross us, your on somethin we bare niggaz
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Yeah nigga here trigga teflon chest gone G's up
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Freeze up and you'll end up in your lawn
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It's the protege of 50, inspired by Biggie
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Burns more than Ziggy, them lil' niggaz dig me
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I been stressed out lately, so I'm smokin more than ever
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Dead smack in the hood good pokin out my leather
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I'm a Good Fella, in a G-Unit hood sweater
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If your bitch give me a sign I'm a get her
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[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
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You already know, my mind is on my dough
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A millionaire that won't spend a dollar on a hoe
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I'm still in here tryin to get a model out the do'
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High blowin bottle after bottle of that dro
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Slidin on the roll, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know
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And If I wasn't Banks shorty probably wouldn't roll
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From the Benz to the lobby from the lobby to the do'
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If you ain't with the program ma you gotta go
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[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
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Cause were always focused from movin round with the toasters
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Push the rock to the smokers, warnin do not approach us
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We in the club with the pokers, steppin in Gucci Loafers
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Stuntin in Testerossas, stylin in front of vultures
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My click be the coldest, baddest bitches they know us
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After the show they blow us, and do all type of shit for us
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Now I can speak for me cause me everywhere I be
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Niggaz know I'm a G, got it locked got the keys
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We move from bundles of D sippin on Hennessy
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Buck rollin the trees, Banks countin the cheese
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We get the paper then breeze, nigga we overseas
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You stuck in the hood, aw that ain't good
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Different town, different tour, different telly, different whore
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Triple X, wet sex, who's next, latex
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Condom, condo, I'm tight my money long though
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You lookin for a drink bitch I ain't what you lookin for
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[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
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You already know, my mind is on my dough
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A millionaire that won't spend a dollar on a hoe
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I'm still in here tryin to get a model out the do'
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High blowin bottle after bottle of that dro
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Slidin on the road, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know
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And If I wasn't Banks shorty probably wouldn't roll
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From the Benz to the lobby from the lobby to the do'
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If you ain't with the program ma you gotta go
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[Verse 3: Young Buck]
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I'm out on bond but the forty still on me
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Bouncin 'round like Lil' Jon thinkin 'bout my dead homies
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Watch I hit, need a lick, ain't 'gon get me a brick
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I keep on losin shootin dice and I'm sick of this shit
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Clientele still poppin so the junkies keep comin
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And my neighbors is watchin but we still gettin money
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On thgis block till the sun drop I don't have a home
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I do not stop, sellin rocks, thug till I'm gone
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Got a couple old schools and some iced out jewels
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Some G-Unit shoes. body bullet tatoos
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'Bout to stomp me a bitch, put the pump to his lips
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Tell him talk that shit, now y'all wanna trip
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I keep it dirty on the East Coast dirty on the West
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Just a dirty lil' nigga with a glock and a vest
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Banks tell me you don't like 'em and you know what I'm a do nigga
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[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
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You already know, my mind is on my dough
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A millionaire that won't spend a dollar on a hoe
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I'm still in here tryin to get a model out the do'
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High blowin bottle after bottle of that dro
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Slidin on the road, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know
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| And If I wasn't Banks shorty probably wo |
