[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
I made my flow up at the corner store
Mad n***as rapping out here, I just want it more
Turn the music down, you can hear my stomach roar
Bagged a hundred b**hes last year, just bagged a hundred more
They hating but everything that goes comes back
Sticky green fun pack, j**elry make me hump-back
Back packers want that and they ain't bout the diamond sh**
Goon gone commercial, who the f** you think you rhyming with
I got the drama, kid, and my Obama whip
b**hes running up on my stage, Lil Mama sh**
Ugh, lil' mama thick, and my time is slim
Come bout thirty minutes after I put the condom in
[Hook: 50 Cent & Lloyd Banks]
I'm getting to the dough, Louie on my foot
Put the pedal to the floor, is all a n***a know
Payback, don't come around here disrespecting
We dont take that, I'm on my letters every second
And my hearts so cold, man I don't trust a soul
It's funny how the bullsh** goes, you never know
Payback, don't come around here disrespecting
We don't take that, I'm on my letters every second
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
They crown me with the punch hat, who better?
I hit red skins, smoke green, and spit blue pepper
Benz blue leather, jet cool weather
Cool meaning hot, so I don't need the top
Calm down, breath and stop
Start and I'mma skip your pulse
Miss my life's the sh**
Calamari, shrimp, and boats
C-notes, 5 Ferrari, different coast
I'mma suits em up, well I probably ain't gotta lift my toes
I shut my doors on ‘em like Jehova's witness
I done made it to the top like I said, I told you b**hes
They don't really want me they just want my riches
So motherf** them all: friends, cousins, and sisters
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
I turn the club to TV, come dancing with the stars
Then I'm in your ear, in her ear, amping a menage
n***a done made the money, but never knew how it felt
In a hundred pair of pants, thats a hundred different belts
Stress k**s, chronic helps, p**y just for the moment
Balling like a Hornet, see I get it, I want it
Everybody knows, heat hurts you got to show me first
Magician, but I can turn them to a Holy Ghost
You can bring two, three, four of them, the war's won
Tick tock boom, make ‘em all run, come on son
Big talk's just talk, I let my money bark
Put my Ferrari in park, give them a running start
Go, cause I don't feel a single drop of pressure
No, eagle strap a foreign guap collector
He better stop all the hate, he know my ends straight
I clap your girl make the bed break, leak the s** tape
[Hook] x2