Lloyd Banks - Turnin You Into A Customer lyrics

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] I'll show you how to do this dummy (Uh) Watch me as I run through this money (Uh) Even when its cloudy my j**els is sunny Your girlfriend gets her knee bruises from me The names Banks (Yea) I'm a million dollar n***a we both rollin but my wheel a lil' bigger I get mine if there's a will, then there's a way And it won't be no tommorow if I don't hit today I'm kind of tired and I ain't here to play So if you don't cooperate then I ain't gon stay I'm real flashy but I don't give a f** This sh** cost to much money to keep it tucked Most of these industry n***as is all bu*t Talk but soon as you see them they ball up We ridin round in that BM and the long truck You see me in ya hood my ghetto pa** good [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] I'll Turn U Into A Customer I've been thinking all night about touchin ya (come here) I'm tryin ta get this sh** goin and you frontin I'm from New York ma show A n***a somethin My clothes are fresh my Bentley's clean My knot's on swole I'm ready to roll I'm blowing on green my whip's on lean I just found another way to get that cream [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] Looking at my Roley it's about that time To snatch one of these b**hes off that line Man home girl must've lost her mind Hoppin all around my interior design I'm finnin to slide to the telly Then it's 1, 2, right in ya belly You might see me fly through in that Jag toy You know what it is G-Unit and Bad Boy My own mama used to say I wasn't sh** Now I'm rich mama don't remember sh** (remember what?) You little n***as couldn't handle what I smoke It'll feel like I lit a candle in your throat And I could understand Hammer gon blow As soon as it gets cold, you're everybody's Cole And when they ain't got no weed, you're everybody's smoke And I'm everybody's favorite The wrong one to play wit yeah! [Chorus] [Long Pause] [Chorus]