Lyrics:
ain't new to this, I met this air stewardess
Who knows the ins and outs on how to get it in and out, nigga
[Lloyd Banks]
Ya if I put a dress code all
Intro: Lloyd Banks]
Yeah! I'm here nigga, Banks!!! G-G-G-G-G-G Unit!!!
Now don't try to stand next to me (Right)
'Cause I'm the nigga they came here
Chillin' with my boys Lloyd Banks is swank
MC Lars thanked me with a shank for pancakes
It's a fake ID time me see me wank
I'm the fastest fapper
I like to be paid in pink and green
My shawty a AKA
Im pulling up in that beamer Benz or Bentley like I'm lloyd banks
That ain't your hoe that's our
But nobody believes me
So I don't think he claims me
I thought I was his baby
Lloyd Banks
Rock, rock on
G-Unit rock, rock on
Ain't no complaints (nah)
Racks in the bank (racks)
Fuck what you think (huh?)
We got some rank (rank)
Leave your ass stank (bow)
Robbin' the bank
Ain't no complaints (nah)
Racks in the bank (racks)
Fuck what you think (huh?)
We got some rank (rank)
Leave your ass stank (bow)
Robbin' the bank
tour, then go and cook crack
Look at me now bitch, you don't know how rich
Lloyd Banks, Yayo, 50 cent, game nigga, or I'll get
Solute a soldier when
Then Go And Cook Crack
Look At Me Now B****, You Don't Know How Rich
Lloyd Banks, Yayo, 50 Cent, Game N****, Or I'll Get
Solute A Soldier When You See
'Cause I'm ice cold, big dick energy I never make a typo
Sucking on my fatty, no lypo, damn
Take the money out the bank, need an asset
Put the wave
Woke up on this morning and I feel good
Saw myself inside the mirror, damn I look good
Check just hit my bank, I'm bout to eat realgood
Catching me
feelin' I was Lloyd Banks
Hov made me want to throw the diamond up
Nas made me want a QB chain
Noriega made me want to do Pharell beats
It was Dark
my rhymes
I'm feeling it, Killing it, breaking it
Like niggz are breaking up like 50cent and Lloyd Bank
A lot of money now in the bank too
Chilling
homeys, took his Glock
You gonna be my Tenderonies?
[Lloyd Banks:]
Metal exchanges, the hoods a gun range
Everybody's a target, depending on how you aim
Lloyd Banks
Tony Yayo, nigga
Hey what up, nigga
You motherfuckin' right this DJ Clue Grand Theft Audio 2
Get the fuck out the car nigga don't make me
you to the Blacksmith crew we making money
Go to sleep with a dream and we waking up hungry
Its a new day stomach is rumbling, oh well
I'm like Lloyd
the bank teller pass out
The way my wrist glist' I make a hood bitch say damn
My neck-lace represent the fact I go ham
It's lonely up here, man I need
always is underneath
I belong with many rappers that you name
Joe Budden T.I LLoyd Banks King Crooked all the same
Don't overstrain opinion or circumvent
Yo DAMN, I need some beats
Tryna bank on me
Kept my head down
Graduated school
DAMN on the beat, on my soul and my mama too
Levitate till you right
Lloyd Banks, what?
Oooooooooooooh!
the games
Whether I hit her don't hit she won't forget the name
Lloyd Banks you know the yellow nigga with the change
A frozen hand on the metal when I
the games
Whether I hit her don't hit she won't forget the name
Lloyd Banks you know the yellow nigga with the change
A frozen hand on the metal when I
myself
I'm gonna do it all by myself
Mozart didn't need a little hack to chart
Warhol didn't need to ask De Kooning about art
Frank Lloyd Wright
can't be done til them niggas see you do it
Sold kicks for this rap
Engineer built a rapport
Lloyd Banks wit this shit
I had a hunger for more
You
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