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