Lloyd Banks

Intro
Banks: Uh uh uh / turn me up
Lloyd: Wuddup Lloyd?
Banks: Ah ah ah?
Lloyd: Hahaha
Banks: Yeh! Yeh! Yeh!
Lloyd: Long time in the making huh???
Banks: I, I got em like! Like! Like!
1st Verse
Uh!
L - Banks baby balla’ of the year
Got about nine, ten dimes, and all of ‘em ‘iz here
It don’t matter, cuz before the night is done I disappear
Tell my new one I’m leavin outta’ the side
Meet me there
Yeh
Weed and bottles everywhere
Metal fulla’ hollows
I don’t mind a petty stare
I don’t need a favor
Baby, I’m a millionaire
Got a show hoppin outta’ the leer in Tanzania
You ain’t gettin’ nuthin’
You ain’t gettin’money
Money make a mack more
More Henney more honeys
Hunned’ dolla’ billz, fifty dolla’ billz, keep the 20’s
Dummy, I’ma’ go-getta’, bitter, old ni$$a, spitter
Gold-digger, couldn’t dig ya’self a chip
Dig ya’self a hole, told ‘em I was cold from the rip
Zero zero man, need more of those in my shi!
Hoes in my whip, Mo’(et) till I’m sick
I’m rich!
1st Chorus
Ladies, they love me
They’ eyes are on my money
They pay me and I stunt
And I can have any girl I want
I got ‘em like!
Go shawty go shawty go
Go shawty go shawty go
I, I got ‘em like!
Go shawty go shawty go
Go, go, go, go!
2nd Verse
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Black Bimmer, blue Benz, red Bentley
Audemar sporter, ya’ll
All a’ ya’ll petty
Heavy metal hangin’
Chain danglin’ on me while I’m boppin’
I can, see the whole crowd watchin’ while we rockin’
Coppin’, bottle-poppin’
Pop a cork like a sport
Hit a hater in the nose when I open my ros?
“LV”s and “G”’s all over my clothes