[Lloyd Banks:]
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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, don't spend a dollar on a hoe
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I'm still in here, tryin' to get a model out the door
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High, blowin' bottle after 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 probably wouldn't roll
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From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby to the door
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If you ain't with the program, ma you got to go (go)
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[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
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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 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
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Cross us, your on something, weed, their liquor, scared nigga, here trigger
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Teflon, chest gone, G's Up, freeze up and you'll end up in your lawn
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It's the protege of Fitty (uh huh)
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Inspired by Biggie (uh huh)
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Burns more then Ziggie (uh huh)
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The little niggas dig me (whooo)
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I've 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 goodfella
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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, don't spend a dollar on a hoe
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I'm still in here, tryin' to get a model out the door
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High, blowin' bottle after 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 probably wouldn't roll
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From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby to the door
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If you ain't with the program, ma you got to go (go)
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[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
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I'm fresh in my two thousand six whip
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Cool down or sip brick
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Fool around and get hit
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Move down the strip quick
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Two pounds of drip drip
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Smokin' like its legal
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Me and my Desert Eagle
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All the hos eyein'
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When the whip come by flyin'
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Got a hustler's ambition to get rich or die tryin'
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And that other guys lyin'
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He just lookin' he ain't buyin'
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He ain't flyin'
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He ain't cakin'
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Everybody know he fakin'
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I should let the hood bake him
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But I'm takin' him right to Satan
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Just for hatin'
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Leave him scrapin'
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And run him over with a Dayton
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And burn rubber like the back tires on the leer
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Sapphires in my ear
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Yeah thats why they stare
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Yeah thats why they glare
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I'm icy as it gets
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With a white tee in the six
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And your wifey in the Ritz
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If its junk in the trunk I pull over and roll the blunt
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And I shouldn't have to tell her what I want
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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, don't spend a dollar on a hoe
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I'm still in here, tryin' to get a model out the door
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High, blowin' bottle after 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 probably wouldn't roll
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From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby to the door
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If you ain't with the program, ma you got to go (go)
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You Already Know (Remix)
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Lloyd Banks |