Lyrics:
at the bank
Stop acting crazy 'cause you're not mine
Leave you here by the stop sign
Misbehaving sit your ass in the seat
I've been craving some Portillo's
This, happy home
This, happy home
This, happy home
This, happy home
Back in the day when the bus was less than three quarters
Lloyd met
tonight's the night I'm losin' all I'm doin', I'm about this
White cuffs, wood grain
Money in the suitcase on my way to the bank
White cuffs, wood grain
keep talkin shit I'll put my gun up in your mouth
My gun up in your mouth, I'll show you what I'm 'bout
[Lloyd Banks]
I'm straight outta Southside
keep talkin shit I'll put my gun up in your mouth
My gun up in your mouth, I'll show you what I'm 'bout
[Lloyd Banks]
I'm straight outta Southside
over
And I think it's by 48 hours later
In the boost cause it make you greater
Doing me cause I don't give
A fuck about haters
Sipping up this drink up
a thing, she stay down like a G [x2]
[Chorus: Lloyd]
Girl I done been around the globe and you the realest lil'lady I know
Don't wanna ever let you go -
a thing, she stay down like a G [x2]
[Chorus: Lloyd]
Girl I done been around the globe and you the realest lil'lady I know
Don't wanna ever let you go -
a thing, she stay down like a G [x2]
[Chorus: Lloyd]
Girl I done been around the globe and you the realest lil'lady I know
Don't wanna ever let you go -
to Neimans, unless she a keeper
I put a 50 in the Bank (Lloyd), yeah they Young Bucks
My niggas don't do walk downs, all they do is run ups
She a track star, so
[Lloyd Banks]
Yeah, 20 miles an hour in my long Bentely
shame on you hater, this what the Lord sent me
lately I’ve been practicing my gas face
cause
learn to respect the jokes (I said Hands Up!)
Everything ain't cruise to fame, this shit ain't sweet as it looks (I said Hands Up!)
[Lloyd Banks (50
Never been too phased when I see them flippin' up and they singin' like Lloyd Banks
Wrong Lloyd niggas been off rockers
Outta pocket I'm walkin' like Jake
face
We've already got someone here to take your place
The day they blew out the brains of the king
Thousands were watchin', no one saw a thing
It
alone erase your line
gangster dog all i do praise the lord
my ruger is rubber im dangerous im loosin for rubber come on
[Lloyd Banks]
eh yo the mixtape
with me
You know you don't want it with me
You can talk but soon we gon' see
You don't wanna bump heads with me (Lloyd Banks)
Fuck that, I'm tired
see
You don't wanna bump heads with me (Lloyd Banks)
Fuck that, I'm tired of waitin'
These industry niggas startin' to get outta hand
Like I
before your times up
You ain’t getting any younger
Remember 04 cruising chillin in the summer
Feeling like Lloyd Banks for more I had a hunger
I
down, (Lloyd Bank$)
put ya mufafuckin lips on me rite now,
I aint got time to compensate,
i'm fresh off tour,
I'm going back in a day,
So lets play,
You
for the last
Talk of New York, Thoughts of a Predicate Felon, baby (yeah, man)
Blue Hefner, Lloyd Banks, you know
Buck Marley, ha, Young Buck
Curtis
they lay around flowers.
[Lloyd Banks]
i gotta thing for gangsters, that argue ova stains of reafer, and flip when i call a bitch like she queen
in the house!
50 CENT! G-Unit in the house!
G-Unit in the house!
G-Unit in the house!
LLOYD bANKS!
Put carpet burns on these
Rats for several days
spray broad day ain't nothing
The lilac one AK doing something
I'm immuned to the drama
Act a fool if you want to
Lean in my pocket, 40 calb by
Intro: Lloyd Banks]
Yeah! I'm here nigga, Banks!!! G-G-G-G-G-G Unit!!!
Now don't try to stand next to me (Right)
'Cause I'm the nigga they came here
.jpg/186px-Lloyd_Banks_by_Mikey_Hennessy_(cropped).jpg "Lloyd Banks")
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