Lyrics:
[Ace Hood:]
So baby hollah at a G
I keep you away from prankstaz
You can be my mistress, I can be ya gangsta
Seen you on the money rockin bring me
said it by mistake
My t-shirts make more money than your mixtape
I tell a boy Boy Better
Know it’s money making season
I book a flight to New York for no
Gripped on like a Georgia peach
Anxiety that came from the streets
Money comin' by the day to week
Cold like I gotta wear a fleece
Pro-bay for case, now
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Around here them boys, 'dem don't play (uh)
You can hear the sounds of gun spray erry day
I give 2 fucks by what a bird say
oh lloyd that boy on lock today “oh lloyd“
They get the printers and recorders for what I got to say
Yeaa nigga
Ima put you in yo place
From
What I got
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
cause wars
Money make the world go round so get yours
[Lloyd Banks]
Yeah, money make the world go round and I got her
Buckle down, do anything for
nobody say
I got rhymes to make
I'm reachin for the throne
Cause I know that my yesterday
Been the best of dayz
Just take it slow
[Lloyd talkin:]
Logic
Talk shit, get hit, nigga
This is a world premiere
Logic, Juicy J, College Park
Takin' 'em back to 2011, my nigga
It's a good day (good
nothin, she just knows
By the way I look at her to take off all her clothes
Up and down
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks + (50 Cent)]
Whenever I'm not around, and you
See now i'm livin' lovely
My Girl Gotta buddy
But she be trippin out because her girls wanna fuck me
And now we pullin' up, see
Me and the boy Lloyd
Banks: Verse]
Miss Lloyd Had A very big heart,
It leaked into everyone I knew from the start,
I had a good life, she played a big part
She was my light
the dead of the night boy
It's good that you ain't scared to die cause you might boy
Nigga cross the line, and my wolves'll jump on you
The beef escalate,
but
You may know it as a Taxi,
Pump Lloyd from the trunk,
But that's what we call a boot,
Got my boys in the front,
Now that's what we call the troops,
Act like they did something
Ain't never did shit for me
[Lloyd:]
Make way for the rookie of the year
Bout duck-duck-goose off Pimp Juice
I'm accepted
By mainstream America and good in the piece
Now niggas wanna talk all greasy (why)
Like they ain't used to open up for
Me in New York on tv
lost too many different types of hope woah “money”
My tongue print spits a load and score err play so get ready for field goals to ya dome
Estimate
At my wits end, so now's the time
For you to keep it a buck
On where we stand
If it was love then
You would be in it all or nothing
This time I ain't
[Lloyd]
I've been all around the world before, but I know your the one for me
Just stay good you'll see
I don't want to have to run these streets no more
pillow.
Lay it down,
Lay it down,
Lay it down,
Oh lay it down.
Lay your head on my pillow.
[Lloyd:]
This what I'll do for you baby.
I'mma change
I'mma
[50 Cent-talking]
I don't even know how to explain it, you know?
You know from time to time she's on my mind you know
You know what I mean she's my
the day or the night, boy
It's good that you ain't scared to die, 'cause you might, boy
Nigga, cross the line, and my wolves'll jump on you
The beef
a nigga back
to get the money the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the CAKE
and you muthafuckas lookin like steak
food on the plate for the wolves
follow wolves
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