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Testo You Already Know - Lloyd Banks feat. 50 Cent & Young Buck

Testo della canzone You Already Know (Lloyd Banks feat. 50 Cent & Young Buck), tratta dall'album Get Rich or Die Tryin'

Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh
You already know, my mind is on my dough
A millionaire that won't spend a dollar on a ho
I'm still in here tryna get a model out the door
High, blowin' bottle after bottle of that 'dro
Slidin' on the road
Groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know
And if I wasn't Banks, shorty probably wouldn't roll
From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby to the door
If you ain't with the program, ma, you got to go
I move like it's po-po behind me
Coco inside me, so cold and grimy
.44 Beside me, hoes know to find me
Wherever there's money, yeah, I'm the shit, honey
Hood nigga with that rubber band brick money
If I go broke, I'll make you and your man strip, dummy
Yeah, nigga, you don't want it with them, dare bring a cross us
You on somethin', weed, beer, liquor
Scared nigga, hair trigger, Teflon chest, calm
G's up, freeze up and you'll end up in your lawn
It's the protégé of 50, inspired by Biggie
Burns more than Ziggy, them lil' niggas dig me
I've been stressed out lately, so I'm smokin' more than ever
Dead smack in the hood, good popin' out my leather
I'm a good fella, in a G-Unit hood sweater
If your bitch give me a sign, I'ma get her
You already know, my mind is on my dough
A millionaire that won't spend a dollar on a ho
I'm still in here tryna get a model out the door
High, blowin' bottle after bottle of that 'dro
Slidin' on the road
Groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know
And if I wasn't Banks, shorty probably wouldn't roll
From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby to the door
If you ain't with the program, ma, you got to go
Us is always focused, we move around with the toasters
Push the rocks to the smokers, warning, do not approach us
We in the club with the pokers, steppin' in Gucci loafers
Stuntin' in Testarossas, stylin' in front of vultures
My clique be the coldest, baddest bitches, they know us
After the shows, they blow us and do all types of shit for us
Now I can speak for me, 'cause me, everywhere I be
Niggas know I'm a G, got it locked, got the keys
We movin' bundles of D, sippin' on Hennessy
Buck rollin' the trees, Banks countin' the G's
We get the paper, then breeze, nigga, we overseas
You stuck in the hood, aww, that ain't good
Different town, different tour, different telly, different whore
Triple X, wet sex, who's next? Latex condom
Condo, I'm tight, my money long, though
You lookin' for a trick, bitch, I ain't what you lookin' for
You already know, my mind is on my dough
A millionaire that won't spend a dollar on a ho
I'm still in here tryna get a model out the door
High, blowin' bottle after bottle of that 'dro
Slidin' on the road
Groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know
And if I wasn't Banks, shorty probably wouldn't roll
From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby to the door
If you ain't with the program, ma, you got to go
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
Clientele still poppin', so the junkies keep comin'
And my neighbors is watchin', but we still gettin' money
On this block 'til the sun drop, I don't have a home
I will not stop sellin' rocks, thug 'til I'm gone
Got a couple old schools and some iced-out jewels
Some G-Unit shoes, body full of tattoos
'Bout to stomp me a bitch, put the pump to his lips
Tell him talk that shit, now if y'all wanna trip
I keep it dirty on the East Coast, 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
You already know, my mind is on my dough
A millionaire that won't spend a dollar on a ho
I'm still in here tryna get a model out the door
High, blowin' bottle after bottle of that 'dro
Slidin' on the road
Groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know
And if I wasn't Banks, shorty probably wouldn't roll
From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby to the door
If you ain't with the program, ma, you got to go



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Charles Lloyd, David Darnell Brown, Curtis James Jackson, Jonathan Williams, Peterson Dennis
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