70 Bars
Lloyd Banks
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The name's Banks! The boy wonder man Stack and a rubber band, gat in the other hand [Lloyd Banks] These lil niggas don't move me, go watch a movie I'm too smooth, white prada shoes with the dooey I spin ya fuckin neck when I speed the through The ceilin is see-through, all you top billin off of me too You might as well give ya money to me shorty Can't dance in the strip club when your 40 Come here, I show you how to get it if you with it If you let me I can teach you how to take it to the top With a bottle of Cris lady you'll be naked on the spot Gassed up from the conversation in the drop It won't be gifts or vacation to the trop's This hard dick bubble gum stake him in the pots I got a brand new semi out the box Just in case a nigga think he smooth enuff to sneak in You'll be one eyed shorter from the slaughter And ill be on the yacht round water out in Florida F*ck the drama wassup, ya hammers in the truck You butt, so chill or ima have to f*ck you up for real Cristal bottle in ya grill, ill You'll be in ground before glass teeth and blood spill They all know I'm a threat hoppin out the Lex I got a bitch for every letter in the alphabet Like Aron and Brandy, Cary and Donna Erica and Felicia I nicknamed her Gabbana Light skinned Heather I met her around the way And there's a few names that I ain't suppose to say So ima skip to J, 'cause Jasmine and Jeniffer Jaw bone in, Jessica come runs by the messenger They all know when it come to the hoes I get em down and they on under clothes, in them bundlelobes Nah I don't need an umbrella the car come with those And to get one of those, you'll need 100 shows I'm all summer froze, so the gun exposed Ill gun butt ya fucker, here's a bloody nose Yea that was yo bitch, but the dummy chose Yea I'm grimy as f*ck you got to love it tho Shorty caught feelings after I stroked her so what Take a picture write a book call Oprah Blow Up" You'll find a ice pic in a flow With a coke colored coupe white whip in the snow Me and the bread bandin like a pimp and a hoe Like smoker or the pipe like the coke on the phypes I don't continue nothin I'm the stroker her on the night On the sofa or the floor, hoe chokin off the mic Like Banks I don't usually do, well they usually do And they'll all learn to like it you get used to it too Niggas starin at my chain 'cause it use to be blue But I changed like you, deuce deuce in his shoe I'm on kush, cranberry juice goose and I'm through Then its back to the mansion to do what I do I'm back nigga, this is part 2 The hunger for more money I'm right at ya door dummy ?? pops bottles up, nigga I'm by the buck Don't look at the Ferrari you can't even buy the truck Ya boy fresh out the hood and he hot as f*ck On a hunt for the cheese, keep ya ricatta tucked They on that plottin shit, right in the lobby shit Run up in my yard and run around with the shoddy shit Family members identified in a body shit 'cause it been so long, that John Gotti shit I'm in the 2-0-0 Maserati whip Concrete colored Mclaren its a hobby shit HAHAH AAAHHHHHH!!!!! SEE YOU NIGGAS ON TOP MAN
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Written by: TRAVIS MC COY, MATTHEW MCGINLEY
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