nigger Free don't pay the bills, I'm ballin' all out, B You rappers don't know me Nah, I ain't your homie If your name ain't M, Ferrari or Tony I like
a thing for beaches, getting my favorite job Pain happens, young scarred that's what made us hard Money, drugs, guns ain't for soft shorty play your part I'm
way in and now I got the juice, Gucci bubble boots Thousand kicks, couple hundred boots, getting fuckin' loop My top down, I'm flashing on 'em I'm passing
I'm fresh, I'm fly, I'm so damn high More than 500 horses when I roll by I'm calm, I'm cool, everything brand new I don't hand cuff, you can get the
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:
pulling me closer I'm like an addict for your scream, your fully loaded torso Automatic with the beam, the baddest on the coast I got to have you like the green, your swag is more
the fuck do you take me for?? eye for an eye time to even out the score id rather be not here than hungry.. I'm sick when I'm not near my money they
me hustlin' Lamborghini sunk in, dimes humpin' in tight bikinis When I'm out doin' somethin' I know it's something for me to notice you Problem is I'm
hallway scenes Paying crowds, hunger screams, pressure crumbles teams Fuck being humble in the jungle where they fumble dreams Drugs for the living, Henny paid me for the body Crosses for
I need more bottles I'm a need a double, bring it on a double A bottle each hand, I'm the fuckin' man Cars, double, broads, double And I don't have a
and niggaz rapping out here, I just want it more Turn the music down, you can hear my stomach roar Bagged a hundred bitches last year Just bagged a hundred more
a man to paint pictures on the wall of my friends 1990's sins, It was all for tha ends Ends for tha rims, Rims for tha Benz, Benz for tha skins Before
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
(feat. Lloyd) [Intro] [Banks:] Uh uh uh / turn me up [Lloyd:] Wuddup Lloyd? [Banks:] Ah ah ah? [Lloyd:] Hahaha [Banks:] Yeh! Yeh! Yeh! [Lloyd:] Long
t need none of y'all) Ghetto celebrity (Keep your punk-ass awards) I'm a celebrity (Take your fake smile off) Ghetto celebrity aint nothing changed nigger [Lloyd Banks
shit sprayed Have it how you want Blood bath I'm as sharp as switchblade You'll be smilin for life Love flashin I got the shit made Forget where I'm at
crowds, hunger screams, pressure crumbles teams Fuck being humble in the jungle where they fumble dreams Drugs for the living, Henny [?] for the body Crosses for the power, ghetto for
ya mind, have you runnin' in ciiircles! Don't let me get in the waaay! (get in the way!) [Lloyd Bank$ (Jeremih):] It ain't even ya puss', I got ya mind
