Featuring: 50 Cent

[Lloyd Banks - Verse 1]

Uh, I meet my ?Forbe? at the corner store
(?) rapping out here, I just want it more
Turn the music down, you can hear my stomach roar

Bagged a hundred (*##$es last year, just bagged a hundred more
They hatin' but everything that goes comes back, sticky green fun pack
jewelery make me hump back

back packers want that and they ain't bout the diamonds %#@!,
he gon commercial, who you think they rhyming with
I got the drama kid and my Obama whip

running up on my stage, Lil mama %#@!
ugh, lil mama thick
and my time is slim

come bout thirty minutes after I put the condom in

[50 Cent - Chorus]

Gettin' to the dough
Louie on my foot
Put the metal to the floor, is all a ^!$$% know


Payback don't come around here disrespecting
we don't take that

I'm on my letters every second

And my heart's so cold I don't trust a soul

it's funny how the bull%#@! goes you never know

Payback don't come around here disrespecting

we don't take that
I'm on my letters every second


[Lloyd Banks - Verse 2]
They crown me with the punch hat, who better?
I hit red skins, smoke green and spit blue pepper

Benz blue leather, Jet cool weather
Cool meaning hot
so I don't need the top

Calm down, breath and stop
start and I'ma skip your pulse
Mister my life's the %#@!

Calamari shrimp and boats
C-notes, 5 Ferrari, different coast
I'ma suits em up probably ain't gotta lift my toes

I shut my dogs on 'em like Jehovahs witness
I done made it to the top like I said
I told you (*##$es

they don't really want me they just want my riches
so mutha$#&@ them all, friends, cousins and sisters


[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks - Verse 3]

I turn the club to TV, come dancing with the stars
than I'm in ya ear, in her ear, amping a menage
^!$$% make the money, but never knew how it felt

in a hundred pair pants, that's a hundred different belts
dress kills, chronic helps
#~!!@ just for the moment

ballin' like a Hornet
see I get it, I want it
everybody knows, heat hurts you got to show me first

magician, but I can turn them to a Holy Ghost
you can bring two, three, four of them, the wars won
tick tock boom, make 'em all run, come on son

big talks just talk, I let my money bark
put my Ferrari in park, give them a running start
Go, cause I don't feel a single drop of pressure

No, ?eagle? strap foreign guap collector
he better stop all the hate, he know my ends straight
I clap your girl make the bed break, leak the sex tape


[Chorus]