Lloyd Banks Million dollars richer u can tell that by the picture Coogi green twister so i'm smelling like the crop Pop by the bucket, liquor by the pitcher Bitches by the borough bet a bottle imma pop I'm giving y'all new styles, boy don't bite that hand Your'e local as your corner, they know lloyd out Japan I'm too ghetto in a day bring the porno out a fan Mr Hefner swagger on auto i'm the man Why your clothes still on? Girl don't turn me off Fly nigga, reason you already know the cost I'm a southside nigga from one hundred thirty fourth (134th) Try hold all in my mind fly 730 porche I'm a stunner during the spring n summer You know i got the pussy from her if i got the number I ain nothing but a lover you can have her if u want her Cause pretty bitches ain shit to me today i have another
Chorus We counting money all night, keep it G erday real nigga on sight, with my demons away i got beautiful bitch n i walk like i'm rich jus my morals and word, i don't break em for shit ain't no foot on the brake, now am making em sick you see the hood on my face, niggas want me to slip name a time and a place, i'll be in line for the race marijuan by the case and my mind on the money chase
Fabolous Failure's not an option, charlie sheen edition never saw em like us, you prolly seen who isn't i'm hardly seen for dissing, i follow things up different masked up at your house Halloween tradition treat but never tricking, throw it in the bag bout twenty of em rose' moets on the the tab im up in perfections, where nobody's perfect but they pay attention, cause they know am worth it cash cures ADD, thats what the study show my nina give it up, i love that slutty ho uh, running your mouth like a bloody nose fake rapper, who does live what he flows call me bbm bad bitch magnet if she with me she's a fablous ad lib... nice gettn to the money, final destination, why the hesitation?
Chorus We counting money all night, keep it G erday real nigga on sight, with my demons away i got beautiful bitch n i walk like i'm rich jus my morals and word, i don't break em for shit ain't no foot on the brake, now am making em sick you see the hood on my face, niggas want me to slip name a time and a place, i'll be in line for the race marijuan by the case and my mind on the money chase
Lloyd Banks Christian, louie, gucci, coochie like it just came out daddy was mack that suit me to take the same route counting money cut in coupe and thats what my day bout ghetto license plate says stupid, cuban chain out i'm shitting, n every diamonds sitting i spend a bunch a money on the vehicle i sit in when u start doin better everybody treat you different but i ain big on attention so the shit don't got me tripping i'm new dollars addicted, hundreds got my twitching cumming on your baby mama with the baby kicking flying down long island, full one eighty whipping pull the role reversal got the pretty ladies tricking blue... they dont make em like they use to do they see me slipping suicidal C notes like the musical don't matter they class i cut em like the students do fuck i care they beautiful macking is a usual
Chorus We counting money all night, keep it G erday real nigga on sight, with my demons away i got beautiful bitch n i walk like i'm rich jus my morals and word, i don't break em for shit ain't no foot on the brake, now am making em sick you see the hood on my face, niggas want me to slip name a time and a place, i'll be in line for the race marijuan by the case and my mind on the money chaseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
