[00:00.00] 作词 : Lloyd Banks
[00:00.04] 作曲 : Lloyd Banks
[00:00.09][Intro: Lloyd Banks ]
[00:01.26]The name's Banks; the Boy -Wonder Man
[00:06.24]Stack in a rubberband; gat in the other hand
[00:09.96][Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
[00:11.04]These little niggas don't move me; go watch a movie
[00:13.53]I'm too smooth; white Prada shoes with the Dooey
[00:16.23]I spin your ****in' neck when I speed the through; the ceilin' is see-through
[00:19.92]Oh, you top-billin'? Well, me too
[00:22.14]You might as well give your money to me, shorty
[00:24.54]Can't dance in the strip club when you're forty
[00:27.12]Come here; I'll show you how to get, it if you with it
[00:29.67]If you let me, I can teach you how to take it to the top
[00:32.40]A bottle of Cris later, you'll be naked in the spot
[00:35.28]Gassed up from the conversation in the drop
[00:37.86]It won't be gifts or vacations to the trops
[00:40.32]Just hard-dick bubble gum, and steak up in the pot
[00:43.65]I got a brand new semi out the box
[00:45.66]Just in case a nigga think he smooth enough to sneak in
[00:48.42]Leave you one eye shorter from the slaughter
[00:50.67]And I'll be on the yacht 'round water out in Florida
[00:53.34]**** the talkin', what's up? Your hammers in the truck, you butt, so chill
[00:57.33]Or I'mma have to ****, you up, for real
[01:00.06]Cristal bottle in your grill; ew
[01:02.31]It'll be a ground full of glass, teeth, and blood spill
[01:05.25]They all know I'm a threat hoppin' out the Lex
[01:07.65]I got a bitch for every letter in the alphabet
[01:10.35]Like Aron and Brandy, Carrie and Donna
[01:12.72]Erica and Felicia, I nicknamed her "Gabbana "
[01:15.60]Light-skinned Heather, I met her around the way
[01:18.06]And there's a few names that I ain't supposed to say
[01:20.70]So I'mma skip to J, cause Jasmine and Jennifer
[01:23.46]Jaw-bonin' Jessica runs when I message her
[01:26.64]They all know when it come to the hoes
[01:28.47]I get 'em down to they underclothes, in them bungalows
[01:31.56]Nah, I don't need an umbrella, the car come with those
[01:34.47]To get in one of those, you need a hundred shows
[01:37.11]I'm all summer-froze, so the gun exposed
[01:39.84]I'll gun butt ya ****er, here's a bloody nose
[01:42.87]Yeah, that was yo' bitch, but the dummy chose
[01:45.33]Yeah, I'm grimy as ****, you got to love it, though
[01:47.85]Shorty caught feelings after I stroked her, so what?
[01:50.61]Take a picture, write a book, call Oprah; blow up
[01:53.46]You'll find a ice-pick in a flow
[01:55.44]In a Coke-colored coupe, white whip in the snow
[01:58.23]Me and the bread bandin' like a pimp and a ho
[02:00.66]Like a smoker on the pipe, like the coca on the flight
[02:03.63]I don't continue nothin', I'mma stroke her on the night
[02:06.06]On the sofa or the floor, whore chokin' off the mic
[02:08.73]Like, " Banks, I don't usually do"; well they usually do
[02:12.12]And they all learn to like it, you'll get used to it, too
[02:14.76]Niggas starin' at my chain, cause it used to be blue
[02:17.37]Man, I ain't changed like you; deuce-deuce in the shoe
[02:19.71]I'm on Kush, cranberry juice, Goose, and I'm through
[02:22.86]Then it's back to the mansion to do what I do
[02:25.38]I'm back nigga; this is part two: The Hunger For More Money
[02:28.86]I'm right at your door, dummy
[02:30.45]Kush pop, bottoms up; nigga I'm by the buck
[02:33.15]Don't look at the Ferrari, you can't even buy the truck
[02:36.03]That boy fresh out the hood, and he hot as ****
[02:38.97]On the hunt for the cheese, keep your Ricotta tucked
[02:41.40]They on that body shit, right in the lobby shit
[02:43.95]Run up in my yard, I'm runnin' out with the shotty shit
[02:46.77]Family members identifyin' the body shit
[02:49.38]Cause it been so long, that John Gotti shit
[02:52.17]I'm in the two-zero -zero Maserati whip
[02:54.54]Concrete-colored McLaren; it's a hobby, shit!

作词 : Lloyd Banks
作曲 : Lloyd Banks
The name's Banks; the Boy -Wonder Man
Stack in a rubberband; gat in the other hand
These little niggas don't move me; go watch a movie
I'm too smooth; white Prada shoes with the Dooey
I spin your ****in' neck when I speed the through; the ceilin' is see-through
Oh, you top-billin'? Well, me too
You might as well give your money to me, shorty
Can't dance in the strip club when you're forty
Come here; I'll show you how to get, it if you with it
If you let me, I can teach you how to take it to the top
A bottle of Cris later, you'll be naked in the spot
Gassed up from the conversation in the drop
It won't be gifts or vacations to the trops
Just hard-dick bubble gum, and steak up in the pot
I got a brand new semi out the box
Just in case a nigga think he smooth enough to sneak in
Leave you one eye shorter from the slaughter
And I'll be on the yacht 'round water out in Florida
**** the talkin', what's up? Your hammers in the truck, you butt, so chill
Or I'mma have to ****, you up, for real
Cristal bottle in your grill; ew
It'll be a ground full of glass, teeth, and blood spill
They all know I'm a threat hoppin' out the Lex
I got a bitch for every letter in the alphabet
Like Aron and Brandy, Carrie and Donna
Erica and Felicia, I nicknamed her "Gabbana "
Light-skinned Heather, I met her around the way
And there's a few names that I ain't supposed to say
So I'mma skip to J, cause Jasmine and Jennifer
Jaw-bonin' Jessica runs when I message her
They all know when it come to the hoes
I get 'em down to they underclothes, in them bungalows
Nah, I don't need an umbrella, the car come with those
To get in one of those, you need a hundred shows
I'm all summer-froze, so the gun exposed
I'll gun butt ya ****er, here's a bloody nose
Yeah, that was yo' bitch, but the dummy chose
Yeah, I'm grimy as ****, you got to love it, though
Shorty caught feelings after I stroked her, so what?
Take a picture, write a book, call Oprah; blow up
You'll find a ice-pick in a flow
In a Coke-colored coupe, white whip in the snow
Me and the bread bandin' like a pimp and a ho
Like a smoker on the pipe, like the coca on the flight
I don't continue nothin', I'mma stroke her on the night
On the sofa or the floor, whore chokin' off the mic
Like, " Banks, I don't usually do"; well they usually do
And they all learn to like it, you'll get used to it, too
Niggas starin' at my chain, cause it used to be blue
Man, I ain't changed like you; deuce-deuce in the shoe
I'm on Kush, cranberry juice, Goose, and I'm through
Then it's back to the mansion to do what I do
I'm back nigga; this is part two: The Hunger For More Money
I'm right at your door, dummy
Kush pop, bottoms up; nigga I'm by the buck
Don't look at the Ferrari, you can't even buy the truck
That boy fresh out the hood, and he hot as ****
On the hunt for the cheese, keep your Ricotta tucked
They on that body shit, right in the lobby shit
Run up in my yard, I'm runnin' out with the shotty shit
Family members identifyin' the body shit
Cause it been so long, that John Gotti shit
I'm in the two-zero -zero Maserati whip
Concrete-colored McLaren; it's a hobby, shit!