Lloyd Banks - Score lyrics

[Verse 1:] Good thing my flow came with a tag They runnin' off with my swag I'm runnin' up in my j**eler, 100k in my bag B.A.N.K., escort me to the paper Kickman, sensai, best MC to date, sir Baby's screamin' love Must take me for dummy Bottles poppin' while the moon up Leave out when it's sunny shortie Everyday a fun day, time flies when you're stuntin' boy You workin' with them people? Then why you out here cuffin'? Yeah, I'm short on my awards Pocket full of money tho' p**y by the party, Chronic by the motherload Money over b**hes, that there's a whole other code Dreams are lavish wishes 14 karats tub of gold BMW whip around, I'm back on my sh** now Gym bag of that cash, y'all mad, big smile Hoppin' out with a grip, with a light low, piff cloud Clockin' out for my trip, with the right flow, I'm a get crowned [Hook:] And our sh** 'bout to get realier, cause I just left the dealer And all I see is Benjamins when I look in the mirror And you're shorter than my feelings, I'm standin' on the buildin' It's showtime when them cameras on, and I just got that feelin' I'm a score, how could you ignore me? I've been workin' all day What's up with this orgy? time to get it goin' Gettin' drunk and smokin', parkin' up and clubin' Goin home with somethin' [Verse 2:] I'm the hardest on the street, I go marble on a beat Ridin' around with no ceilin', Car note on my feet These hoes are nothin' but sheep, I'm the shepard And my neck lit, respect it, protect it He buggin' out, infested This Rose got me stumblin' out the Louie out in London I'm coppin' by the double and I'm smokin' 'bout a hundred leafs Use to dream to be a millionaire, who thought I'd become one Speakers Knockin' trunks, dumbing Bentley, driver hear me comin' Like a free throw when I rap, G code for my tat Flood the VIP up, three hoes on my lap All of y'all I'm better than, veteran on that medicine Whips so fast your head will spin, come get some of this h**n Blue made for that camera, I'm flashy as sh** Whipping foreign, well I'm enjoying my pa**ionate flip If they all bad, I ain't pickin', I'm clappin' the clique I gotta high pick in the draft, with a contract to my dick Them b**hes down, then Lil Tina mix a round I'm liftin' off in London, bet the kid don't strick a pound She already rolled the weed, I'm hittin' as soon as I hit the ground I'm 'bout to make a movie, taken pictures now [Hook:] And our sh** 'bout to get realier, cause I just left the dealer And all I see is Benjamins when I look in the mirror And you're shorter than my feelings, I'm standin' on the buildin' It's showtime when them cameras on, and I just got that feelin' I'm a score, how could you ignore me? I've been workin' all day What's up with this orgy? time to get it goin' Gettin' drunk and smokin', parkin' up and clubin' Goin home with somethin'