Lirik Lagu You Already Know - Lloyd Banks
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(feat. Young Buck, 50 Cent)
[Lloyd Banks]Uh..Uh..Uh..Uh..Uh..Uh..
[Lloyd Banks Chorus]You already know, my mind is on my doughA millionnaire, don't spend a dolla on a hoeAnd i'm still in here, tryna get a model out the doorHow am I bother with the bottle of that droSlidin' on a roll, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even knowAnd if I wasn't Banks, shorty prolly wouldn't rollFrom the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby til the doorIf you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go)
[Lloyd Banks Verse]I move like there's popo behind meCocoa inside me, so cold and grimey44 beside me, hoes know where to find meWhere ever there's money, yeah i'm the shit honey (whoo)Hood nigga with that rubberband brick moneyIf I go broke, I'll make you and your man strip dummyYeah nigga, you don't want it with them, there bigger cross usYour on something, weed, their liquor, scared nigga, here triggerTeflon, chest con, G'z Up, freeze up and you'll end up in your lawnIt's the protege of Fitty (uh huh), inspired by Biggie (uh huh)Burns more then Ziggie (uh huh), the lil' niggaz dig me (whooo)I've been stressed out lately, so i'm smokin' more than everThen smacked in the hood, good pumpin' out my leverI'm a goodfella in a G-unit hood sweaterIf your bitch give me a sign, i'ma get her
[Lloyd Banks Chorus]You already know, my mind is on my doughA millionnaire, don't spend a dolla on a hoeAnd i'm still in here, tryna get a model out the doorHow am I bother with the bottle of that droSlidin' on a roll, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even knowAnd if I wasn't Banks, shorty prolly wouldn't rollFrom the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby til the doorIf you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go)
[50 Cent:]There's always folks, moving around with the toastersPush the rock through the smoker's, warnin' do not approach usWe in the club with the pokers, steppin' in Gucci loafersStuntin' in testerosous, down in front with the vulturesMy clique be the coldest, baddest bitches they know usAfter the show they blow us and do all types of shit for usNow I can speak for me, cuz me everywhere I beNiggaz know i'm a G, got it locked, got the keysWe movin' bundles of D, sippin' on HennesseyBuck rollin' the trees, Banks countin' the cheeseWe get the paper then breeze, nigga we overseasYou stuck in the hood, ahh that ain't goodDifferent town, different tour, different telly, different whoreTriple x, wet sex, who's next, latexCondom, condo, i'm tight, my money long thoughYou lookin' for a drink bitch, i ain't what you lookin' for
[Lloyd Banks Chorus]You already know, my mind is on my doughA millionnaire, don't spend a dolla on a hoeAnd i'm still in here, tryna get a model out the doorHow am I bother with the bottle of that droSlidin' on a roll, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even knowAnd if I wasn't Banks, shorty prolly wouldn't rollFrom the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby til the doorIf you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go)
[Young Buck:]I'm out on bond, but the '40 still on meBouncin' round like Lil Jon, thinkin' 'bout my dead homiesWatch i hit me a lick, and go get me a brickI keep on losin' shootin' dice, and i'm sick of this shitClienteles still poppin', so the druggies keep comin'And my neighbours is watchin', but we still gettin' money, on this blockTill' the sun drop, i dont have a homeI will not stop sellin' rocks, thug till' i'm goneGot a couple old schools and some iced out jewelsSome G-Unit shoes, body bullet tattooAbout to stomp me a bitch, put the pump to his lipTell him talk that shit nowww, y'all wanna tripI keep it dirty on the Eastcoast, dirty on the WestJus' a dirty lil' nigga with a glock and a vestBanks tell me you dont like him and you know what i'ma do nigga
[Lloyd Banks Chorus]You already know, my mind is on my doughA millionnaire, don't spend a dolla on a hoeAnd i'm still in here, tryna get a model out the doorHow am I bother with the bottle of that droSlidin' on a roll, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even knowAnd if I wasn't Banks, shorty prolly wouldn't rollFrom the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby til the doorIf you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go)
[Lloyd Banks]Uh..Uh..Uh..Uh..Uh..Uh..
[Lloyd Banks Chorus]You already know, my mind is on my doughA millionnaire, don't spend a dolla on a hoeAnd i'm still in here, tryna get a model out the doorHow am I bother with the bottle of that droSlidin' on a roll, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even knowAnd if I wasn't Banks, shorty prolly wouldn't rollFrom the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby til the doorIf you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go)
[Lloyd Banks Verse]I move like there's popo behind meCocoa inside me, so cold and grimey44 beside me, hoes know where to find meWhere ever there's money, yeah i'm the shit honey (whoo)Hood nigga with that rubberband brick moneyIf I go broke, I'll make you and your man strip dummyYeah nigga, you don't want it with them, there bigger cross usYour on something, weed, their liquor, scared nigga, here triggerTeflon, chest con, G'z Up, freeze up and you'll end up in your lawnIt's the protege of Fitty (uh huh), inspired by Biggie (uh huh)Burns more then Ziggie (uh huh), the lil' niggaz dig me (whooo)I've been stressed out lately, so i'm smokin' more than everThen smacked in the hood, good pumpin' out my leverI'm a goodfella in a G-unit hood sweaterIf your bitch give me a sign, i'ma get her
[Lloyd Banks Chorus]You already know, my mind is on my doughA millionnaire, don't spend a dolla on a hoeAnd i'm still in here, tryna get a model out the doorHow am I bother with the bottle of that droSlidin' on a roll, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even knowAnd if I wasn't Banks, shorty prolly wouldn't rollFrom the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby til the doorIf you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go)
[50 Cent:]There's always folks, moving around with the toastersPush the rock through the smoker's, warnin' do not approach usWe in the club with the pokers, steppin' in Gucci loafersStuntin' in testerosous, down in front with the vulturesMy clique be the coldest, baddest bitches they know usAfter the show they blow us and do all types of shit for usNow I can speak for me, cuz me everywhere I beNiggaz know i'm a G, got it locked, got the keysWe movin' bundles of D, sippin' on HennesseyBuck rollin' the trees, Banks countin' the cheeseWe get the paper then breeze, nigga we overseasYou stuck in the hood, ahh that ain't goodDifferent town, different tour, different telly, different whoreTriple x, wet sex, who's next, latexCondom, condo, i'm tight, my money long thoughYou lookin' for a drink bitch, i ain't what you lookin' for
[Lloyd Banks Chorus]You already know, my mind is on my doughA millionnaire, don't spend a dolla on a hoeAnd i'm still in here, tryna get a model out the doorHow am I bother with the bottle of that droSlidin' on a roll, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even knowAnd if I wasn't Banks, shorty prolly wouldn't rollFrom the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby til the doorIf you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go)
[Young Buck:]I'm out on bond, but the '40 still on meBouncin' round like Lil Jon, thinkin' 'bout my dead homiesWatch i hit me a lick, and go get me a brickI keep on losin' shootin' dice, and i'm sick of this shitClienteles still poppin', so the druggies keep comin'And my neighbours is watchin', but we still gettin' money, on this blockTill' the sun drop, i dont have a homeI will not stop sellin' rocks, thug till' i'm goneGot a couple old schools and some iced out jewelsSome G-Unit shoes, body bullet tattooAbout to stomp me a bitch, put the pump to his lipTell him talk that shit nowww, y'all wanna tripI keep it dirty on the Eastcoast, dirty on the WestJus' a dirty lil' nigga with a glock and a vestBanks tell me you dont like him and you know what i'ma do nigga
[Lloyd Banks Chorus]You already know, my mind is on my doughA millionnaire, don't spend a dolla on a hoeAnd i'm still in here, tryna get a model out the doorHow am I bother with the bottle of that droSlidin' on a roll, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even knowAnd if I wasn't Banks, shorty prolly wouldn't rollFrom the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby til the doorIf you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go)
