[00:00.00] 作词 : C. Jackson/C. Lloyd/D. Brown/J. Williams/P. Dennis
[00:00.36] 作曲 : C. Jackson/C. Lloyd/D. Brown/J. Williams/P. Dennis
[00:00.72](feat. Young Buck, 50 Cent)
[00:01.14](Lloyd Banks)
[00:02.79]Uh..
[00:02.82]Uh..
[00:02.85]Uh..
[00:02.88]Uh..
[00:02.91]Uh..
[00:04.05]Uh..
[00:04.08](Lloyd Banks Chorus)
[00:10.62]You already know, my mind is on my dough
[00:13.62]A millionnaire, don't spend a dolla on a hoe
[00:16.35]And i'm still in here, tryna get a model out the door
[00:20.07]How am I bother with the bottle of that dro
[00:22.11]Slidin' on a roll, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know
[00:26.52]And if I wasn't Banks, shorty prolly wouldn't roll
[00:29.16]From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby til the door
[00:32.25]If you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go)
[00:34.74](Lloyd Banks Verse)
[00:35.22]I move like there's popo behind me
[00:37.38]Cocoa inside me, so cold and grimey
[00:40.26]44 beside me, hoes know where to find me
[00:43.14]Where ever there's money, yeah I'm the shit honey (whoo)
[00:46.32]Hood bitch with that rubberband brick money
[00:48.63]If I go broke, I'll make you and your man strip dummy
[00:51.51]Yeah nigga, you don't want it with them, there bigger cross us
[00:55.20]You're on something, bitch, they liquor, scared bitch, hear trigger
[00:58.65]Teflon, chest con, G'z Up, freeze up and you'll end up in your lawn
[01:02.97]It's the protege of Fitty (uh huh), inspired by Biggie (uh huh)
[01:06.06]Burns more than Ziggy (uh huh), the lil' niggas dig me (whooo)
[01:08.82]I've been stressed out lately, so i'm smokin' more than ever
[01:11.76]Then smacked in the hood, good pumpin' out my lever
[01:14.52]I'm a goodfella in a G-unit hood sweater
[01:17.40]If you're ****ing give me a sign, I'ma get her
[01:19.47](Lloyd Banks Chorus)
[01:19.92]You already know, my mind is on my dough
[01:22.59]A millionnaire, don't spend a dolla on a hoe
[01:25.35]And i'm still in here, tryna get a model out the door
[01:29.04]How am I bother with the bottle of that dro
[01:31.08]Slidin' on a roll, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know
[01:35.49]And if I wasn't Banks, shorty prolly wouldn't roll
[01:38.16]From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby til the door
[01:41.22]If you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go)
[01:43.62](50 Cent:)
[01:43.80]There's always folks, moving around with the toasters
[01:46.20]Push the rock through the smoker's, warnin' do not approach us
[01:49.05]We in the club with the pokers, steppin' in Gucci loafers
[01:51.93]Stuntin' in testerosous, down in front with the vultures
[01:54.84]My clique be the coldest, baddest niggas they know us
[01:57.72]After the show they blow us and do all types of shit for us
[02:00.60]Now I can speak for me, cuz me everywhere I be
[02:03.39]Niggas know I'm a G, got it locked, got the keys
[02:06.24]We movin' bundles of D, sippin' on Hennessey
[02:09.12]Buck rollin' the trees, Banks countin' the cheese
[02:11.97]We get the paper then breeze, nigga we overseas
[02:14.94]You stuck in the hood, ahh that ain't good
[02:18.03]Different town, different tour, different telly, different whore
[02:20.91]Triple x, wet pussy, who's next, latex
[02:23.79]Condom, condo, i'm tight, my money long though
[02:26.52]You looking for a drink, nigga, I ain't what you looking for
[02:29.34](Lloyd Banks Chorus)
[02:29.88]You already know, my mind is on my dough
[02:31.56]A millionnaire, don't spend a dolla on a hoe
[02:34.32]And i'm still in here, tryna get a model out the door
[02:38.04]How am I bother with the bottle of that dro
[02:40.14]Slidin' on a roll, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know
[02:44.49]And if I wasn't Banks, shorty prolly wouldn't roll
[02:47.13]From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby til the door
[02:50.22]If you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go)
[02:52.59](Young Buck:)
[02:52.80]I'm out on bond, but the '40 still on me
[02:55.05]Bouncin' round like Lil Jon, thinkin' 'bout my dead homies
[02:57.93]Watch I hit me a lick, and go get me a brick
[03:00.72]I keep on losin' shootin' dice, and i'm sick of this shit
[03:03.63]Clienteles still poppin', so the druggies keep comin'
[03:06.63]And my neighbours is watchin', but we still gettin' money, on this block
[03:10.11]Till' the sun drop, I dont have a home
[03:12.33]I will not stop sellin' rocks, thug till' i'm gone
[03:15.15]Got a couple old schools and some iced out jewels
[03:18.18]Some G-Unit shoes, body bullet tattoo
[03:20.82]About to stomp me a nigga, put the pump to his lip
[03:23.79]Tell him talk that shit nowww, y'all wanna trip
[03:26.61]I keep it dirty on the Eastcoast, dirty on the West
[03:29.55]Just a dirty lil' nigga with a glock and a vest
[03:32.43]Banks tell me you don't like him and you know what I'ma do, nigga
[03:34.98](Lloyd Banks Chorus)
[03:35.43]You already know, my mind is on my dough
[03:37.68]A millionnaire, don't spend a dolla on a hoe
[03:40.44]And i'm still in here, tryna get a model out the door
[03:44.13]How am I bother with the bottle of that dro
[03:46.29]Slidin' on a roll, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know
[03:50.61]And if I wasn't Banks, shorty prolly wouldn't roll
[03:53.25]From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby til the door
[03:56.34]If you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go)

作词 : C. Jackson/C. Lloyd/D. Brown/J. Williams/P. Dennis
作曲 : C. Jackson/C. Lloyd/D. Brown/J. Williams/P. Dennis
(feat. Young Buck, 50 Cent)
(Lloyd Banks)
Uh..
Uh..
Uh..
Uh..
Uh..
Uh..
(Lloyd Banks Chorus)
You already know, my mind is on my dough
A millionnaire, don't spend a dolla on a hoe
And i'm still in here, tryna get a model out the door
How am I bother with the bottle of that dro
Slidin' on a roll, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know
And if I wasn't Banks, shorty prolly wouldn't roll
From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby til the door
If you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go)
(Lloyd Banks Verse)
I move like there's popo behind me
Cocoa inside me, so cold and grimey
44 beside me, hoes know where to find me
Where ever there's money, yeah I'm the shit honey (whoo)
Hood bitch with that rubberband brick money
If I go broke, I'll make you and your man strip dummy
Yeah nigga, you don't want it with them, there bigger cross us
You're on something, bitch, they liquor, scared bitch, hear trigger
Teflon, chest con, G'z Up, freeze up and you'll end up in your lawn
It's the protege of Fitty (uh huh), inspired by Biggie (uh huh)
Burns more than Ziggy (uh huh), the lil' niggas dig me (whooo)
I've been stressed out lately, so i'm smokin' more than ever
Then smacked in the hood, good pumpin' out my lever
I'm a goodfella in a G-unit hood sweater
If you're ****ing give me a sign, I'ma get her
(Lloyd Banks Chorus)
You already know, my mind is on my dough
A millionnaire, don't spend a dolla on a hoe
And i'm still in here, tryna get a model out the door
How am I bother with the bottle of that dro
Slidin' on a roll, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know
And if I wasn't Banks, shorty prolly wouldn't roll
From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby til the door
If you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go)
(50 Cent:)
There's always folks, moving around with the toasters
Push the rock through the smoker's, warnin' do not approach us
We in the club with the pokers, steppin' in Gucci loafers
Stuntin' in testerosous, down in front with the vultures
My clique be the coldest, baddest niggas they know us
After the show they blow us and do all types of shit for us
Now I can speak for me, cuz me everywhere I be
Niggas know I'm a G, got it locked, got the keys
We movin' bundles of D, sippin' on Hennessey
Buck rollin' the trees, Banks countin' the cheese
We get the paper then breeze, nigga we overseas
You stuck in the hood, ahh that ain't good
Different town, different tour, different telly, different whore
Triple x, wet pussy, who's next, latex
Condom, condo, i'm tight, my money long though
You looking for a drink, nigga, I ain't what you looking for
(Lloyd Banks Chorus)
You already know, my mind is on my dough
A millionnaire, don't spend a dolla on a hoe
And i'm still in here, tryna get a model out the door
How am I bother with the bottle of that dro
Slidin' on a roll, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know
And if I wasn't Banks, shorty prolly wouldn't roll
From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby til the door
If you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go)
(Young Buck:)
I'm out on bond, but the '40 still on me
Bouncin' round like Lil Jon, thinkin' 'bout my dead homies
Watch I hit me a lick, and go get me a brick
I keep on losin' shootin' dice, and i'm sick of this shit
Clienteles still poppin', so the druggies keep comin'
And my neighbours is watchin', but we still gettin' money, on this block
Till' the sun drop, I dont have a home
I will not stop sellin' rocks, thug till' i'm gone
Got a couple old schools and some iced out jewels
Some G-Unit shoes, body bullet tattoo
About to stomp me a nigga, put the pump to his lip
Tell him talk that shit nowww, y'all wanna trip
I keep it dirty on the Eastcoast, dirty on the West
Just a dirty lil' nigga with a glock and a vest
Banks tell me you don't like him and you know what I'ma do, nigga
(Lloyd Banks Chorus)
You already know, my mind is on my dough
A millionnaire, don't spend a dolla on a hoe
And i'm still in here, tryna get a model out the door
How am I bother with the bottle of that dro
Slidin' on a roll, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know
And if I wasn't Banks, shorty prolly wouldn't roll
From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby til the door
If you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go)