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Christopher Charles Lloyd (born April 30, 1982), better known by his stage name Lloyd Banks, is an American hip hop recording artist and member of East Coast hip hop group G-Unit along with childhood friends and fellow American rappers 50 Cent and Tony Yayo. Raised in South Jamaica, Queens, he dropped out of high school in 1998. G-Unit released two albums, Beg for Mercy in 2003 and T.O.S. (Terminate on Sight) in 2008. Banks released his first solo album The Hunger for More in 2004 with the top ten hit single "On Fire". He followed with Rotten Apple in 2006 and left Interscope Records 2009. In 2010 G-Unit signed with EMI to distribute Banks third studio album H.F.M. 2 (Hunger for More 2), which was released on November 22, 2010. more »

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Woke up in the morning with my thoughts screaming
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Never cared for fame connected, came in the game respected
F*ck opinions coming from pennies, we got the same objective
Rollie out the window slowly, them coppers aiming reckless
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Diamond crown on my caesar, my dog can squeeze and knock you off
Twenty and I'm an achiever, lit Cohiba like a boss
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Stamp me out of my Visa, Loubi' tees and lobster claws
Dollar sign in my social, my vocals trip to borderline
Busy lighting the purple, champagne in the morning time
Bitches hop on your wagon, ain't have the faith before the shine
Shh, think I hear them calling, money coming, more to find

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More money, m-m-m-more money
Woke up in the morning with my thoughts screaming
Queens
More money, m-m-m-more money
More money, m-m-more money
More money, m-m-m-more money
More money, more-more-more money

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