Lyrics:
coming home
Like lloyd banks this the hunger for more
Thinkin bout my son man I really need more
Told rico no one fuckin with you
Everything I do I do it
My life is like a movie a novel by Paulo Coelho
Or the Steely Dan song about a bottle of Cuevo
Colombian Gold take a hit for the road
Its given me
the curb to the bank
Just thinkin bout this bitch ass nigga, that's disrespectin
No question, wootay bit the hand that done fed him
My nigga Doug told
if you need
If you bring a friend or 2 then we can fuck and you leave
I got Beamer Benz or Bentley like Lloyd banks got the keys
That's a baby momma
(Ughh)
But I flipped it on em
Like I won the olympics and then threw the fist up on em
For us by us, we don’t give endorsements
I’m the boss, my cut is
nigga, no, I'm the realest nigga, stay on the bank
Stay on the bank, now my brother here turnin
You know my brother here around, you know my brother here
money that Im getting while a nigga been touring
Uh I been touring with the Lord Now Im Up Air Jordan
Uh Yea
Air Jordan
Air jordan
Air Jordan
My bank
though they killed Harambe
All that talking get these niggas dropped just like Kanye
Emaculate my Feng Shui, Heirrogance the dumb way
Carrots with blue
every single test
You can’t tell me we ain’t next
Shmoneymo I need my check nigga
Lloyd OP, overpowered, overpunctuated
Gladly end a pussy nigga with
just vamped
And left a nigga stuck with no kind of get back
Now I even get shook by the hoodrats
Cause they know what the fuck they gon' get
Took for
(uh-huh)
Drinkin' every bottle 'til a nigga get nauseous (uh-huh)
Hundred bitches by a nigga, all of them gorgeous (uh-huh)
Hundred thousand on a nigga
a feature, then you gotta pay
Nigga want smoke, then let's make it a date
I smoke and gas on my music, get lifted
I grew up always surrounded by sinners
Crazy
something that's more important to find
Than these hoes & these things that don't fill the void
Praying' for my nigga Lloyd
Bring him back Lord
Yeah
Yeah
Let
Man what niggas keep talking bout
(Fly Melodies)
I don't know what they talking bout
Man fuck what they talking bout
I'm big bank you lil bank it
Hoppin' over barbed wire fences, nigga
Had this one broad right, she was so damn sprung
She used to hold my motherfuckin', motherfuckin' sack,
Lloyd]
When I hustle, baby I be thinking of you
I'm always on the grind don't spend a lot of time like we used to do
Now be out on these streets 'cause
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
the tropics by the cool sand
This my shakin' down you niggas' pockets, I don't do friends
And I don't do trends
Fuck it though I'll ride with you then!
that bitch by the wall
Put dick in that hoe and skirt off (Yea yea hey)
Oooh
All of my niggas gone ball (Look)
Im just gone head to the bank, put
How 'bout that money?
How 'bout that money nigga?
How 'bout that money?
How 'bout that money nigga?
You talk about hoes
Bank accounts with hella
to back up the First Team
It ain't my fault, one nigga got smart
And they rippin' your asshole apart
By takin' your green, oh yeah
The Villain does get
booty niggas
Now Fergie all up in your groupie nigga
Reincarnation of Master Fard
Elijah Muhammad reside in my heart
Diss and I'll blow, and shouts from
graphical for Kidz Bop
Step up to the kid
Fuck around and get your shit rocked
Test me on the mic
I mix a nigga up like sheet rock
Banks like I'm Lloyd
Take
to back up the First Team
It ain't my fault, one nigga got smart
And they rippin' your asshole apart
By takin' your green, oh yeah
The Villain does get
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