days committed, n-gga make money, make money, make money make money, make money, make money make money, make money, make money make money, make money, make money Make money
breeze, my hustler's poem My sound's full-grown, reminds me of my favorite chronic (Kush) Ball like a SuperSonic, make the haters vomit (Uh) Nigga, make some money 'fore you make
just betray men (yeah) You screamin, I position, competition Another day in the life of the Comission [P. Diddy] Oh it ain't over, aiyyo Banks talk to 'em [Lloyd Banks
Brees in this muthafucka Don't make me start talking quarter keys in this muthafucker Shell cases, night vision, aint nothing stupider Clips filled up, outta space, Jupiter Don't make
gga Young Buck (Shake) Ia??m surprised that Lloyd Banks and Yayo didna??t (Shake) Wasna??t selling no records Jimmy Iovine said (Shake) Only Black Eyed Peaa??s making
female's phone But you really startin to sound like a females homes Don't know why they told you that we sell stones We on the internet tryin to get our Email on [Chorus: Lloyd Banks
phone But you really startin' to sound like a females homes Don't know why they told you that we sell stones We on the internet tryin' to get our E-mail on [chorus - Lloyd Banks
) If you felt the way I feel I bet you'd be in as good a mood as I am but you don't so you just feel like you [Lloyd banks] I've had it for the last
of New York, thoughts of a Predicate Felon Blue Hefner, Lloyd Banks, Buck Marley Young Buck, Curtis Interscope Jackson Shady Aftermath" Mathers Olivia, O. Trice, Stat Quo We gonna keep getting this money
i get real g funk to a gangsta beat its so sweet when you got money to spend i got a proper big tilt 'n' a fly big benz i make ends spend my dough oh
hit with the biscuit for that 9 piece Already marketing plan it never my minds sleeps Lime green headphones, Jimmy I need some Slime Beats [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] Moneys
around its bad news [Lloyd Banks] I get little (?) mad cause I'm flossin' bad I ain't a wrestler, but I'll put your bitch the Boston crab I talk money
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:
LLOYD BANKS: ugh.. bury me wit my enemies dead and gone they gonna remeber me weather me in the dirt nigga, power hold its own power in the P's money
[Intro] I know that sooner (sooner) Or later (or later) I'm going to meet my maker [Lloyd Banks] I never thought that in the beginning, I would see his
yeah i hear you now imma make you shut the fu-k up [bridge] they see me roving they want to stop, drop off the face of earth but imma make it pop hot
put a hit on me, I'll put a hit on you A eye for an eye nigga Survive the shots or die nigga You can't roll wit me I'm LLoyd Banks the one and only
tell you "get the fuck away" You talk to me you watch your tone, nigga you cross the line and you're on your own [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Lloyd Banks]
