Lloyd Banks

[INTRO]
Yeah yeah
We ain't playin' no games man
We spend money nigga
Just do what you do best in life
That 2012 shit
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
(banks)
Man im just fuckin' these hoes
Like im crushin' these shows
100 dollar shoe strings
Nine bucks for these soles
Look in my eyes and see clouds
Im puffin' them o's
A three-some ain't shit, I need a couple of those
Mister touch it when I want, pow!
Punch her with the rhymes
Tell ya girl we said wassup
We jump her all the time
You got next? I got next after no need to gas her
She beekin' up cause ima rapper
Skeet laughter, catch me laughin' at a bank today
Laughin' at a bank tomorrow
I do these niggas like my son, ya should thank my father
I make it rain harder
Hours late and her ass still shakin' like I hit it with the taser
Tryin' get this money? Show me what ya momma gave ya
Appetite is animal so pardon my behavior
I split a crowd of bitches at the Garden I'm the savior
Hit after hit, knock the heart right outta hater
[HOOK: Lloyd Banks]
Spendin' is my hobbie
I'm ballin', sorry
Lately I've been having dreams of crushin' everybody
I'mma see you motherfuckers at the top
Come into my mind's on nothin' but the guap
They thought this shit was done
But the grind don't stop
I'm runnin through 'em one after one cause I'm hot
I'mma hit ya hun like a drum make it drop
Then I'm lookin' for another one to taker her spot
Jackpot!
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Im the rawest in queens, its all for the green