Lloyd Banks - Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley Lyrics N Video ft Juelz Santana

Lloyd Banks - Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley Lyrics and Video

[Hook]
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
My jeans are never empty
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
This scheming don’t affect me

[Lloyd Banks]
I’m fresh Im fly, Im so damn high
more than 500 horses when I roll by
I’m calm I’m cool, everything brand new
I don’t hand cuff you can get your whole damn crew

Get in my Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
beat it I bet she let me
she been fiending since she let me
I’m the coolest sh-t especially when I throw on all my Gretzky
got my sm-sm-smith and Wessie to protect me so respect me
this is heavy new Bentley
color vanilla and cherry and radio Pirelli make a movie out the getty
where my ring and my confetti and Kobe Bryant ready
pimples A and chronic smelly while stumbling out the telly
Im so fly Im so ferry and the way I flow is very
ginsu or machete, move my pencil move his deli
platinum band platinum bezzie
make a straight girl out of lezzie
magazine mac bezzie keep my windows like the prezzie
press a button than I’m stuntin
my roof look like it’s duckin
meter go 2 hundred something
and my trunk do when it’s bumpin
I am not the one for jumpin I will racket out and stump him
dump him, your better off dead, ya money red

[Chorus - Juelz Santana]
I’m fresh Im fly, Im always high
got ya b-tch waving at me when I roll by
[Lloyd Banks]
I’m calm Im cool everything brand new
I don’t handcuff you can get the whole damn crew

[Hook]
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
My jeans are never empty
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
This scheming don’t affect me


[Juelz Santana]
Whether Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
I be movin’ I be movin’
making movies Tom Cruisin’
If its action than Im shootin’
pockets fat, necks stuntin’
boy my nick name should be Ruben
my Columbian connect told me the Mexicans have moved in
and he know just how I get it so we bout to introduce him
got a girl named cigar called her that because she Cuban
got a black chick that be boosting
got a white girl that be boothin
gotta watch her cos she use it
but she f-ck me like she stupid
and she always ready to give me that becky
last time it was so good I almost crashed my Bentley
hit the club ordered bottles see the sparks in the sky
will have this whole b-tch lookin’ like the 4th of July
but if you get to frontin and the pushing lead to shoving
we just bussin and we leaving like it’s nothin’
if it aint the Gucci or the Louie than it’s Polo or its Rugby
and this b-tch that roll with me she be baggin’ for me

[Hook]
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
My jeans are never empty
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
This scheming don’t affect me

[Chorus - Juelz Santana]
I’m fresh Im fly, Im always high
got ya b-tch waving at me when I roll by
[Lloyd Banks]
I’m calm Im cool everything brand new
I don’t handcuff you can get the whole damn crew

[Lloyd Banks]
I got a girl named Kima
and Kima like Christina
baby three don’t make a crowd it make a sex scene meaner
I just wanna get between her
turn it over scream her
than it’s one, two, I’m through, see ya
I scoop her in my Beamer, Benz or Bentley…

[Hook]
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
My jeans are never empty
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
This scheming don’t affect me

Lloyd Banks - Misery Lyrics

Lloyd Banks - Misery Lyrics


spending in this .. like i am ..
i am a bad ...long shit
what else can take
this is my mother fucker year dog
new niggers gonna have to wait
bad bitches and actresses a bachelor faith
.. cause they match the plates
banks they can move boy you are blocking like winky …
.. shorty you ain't thinking how i am thinking you ain't thinking right
picture me summer time ...pretty down with the ..
different women day and night but i am still alone
..two doors .. half reassure .. silicon
that girl ain't shit .. in the car with a nigger home
.. counting so much money .. i am gonna trip to the movies ..

"Anti-Freeze (Freestyle)" Lyrics - Lloyd Banks Ft. Maino

"Anti-Freeze (Freestyle)" Lyrics - Lloyd Banks Ft. Maino


may no hustle hard better pray to god
i swear to god ..play their part
is going down i’m runnin down
i’m here noe let’s get it.

blak .. black teeth shooters in the black truck,
diamonds on getting money haters on my right ..
left arm .. there’s a ..liek full of stars
fifty shots ..niggas better call on ..
i’m no .. the reason why they..
do it .. bull it ..paper on his .. i declare in the six county
i’m the king..stand up nigga why these niggas can’t down me
look around i round the town these other niggas ..
see ..other nigga.. i better make this ..homie we strong
..with the same b*tches..many weather..
i’m a ..b*tch..underneath my arm
f*ck nigga the reason i love niggas last homie take me ..trust niggas
straight to the devil is where i took em
f*ck what you heard i run brooklyn

....

catch that .. view me on your movie screen
got the sweater got the hats nigga in the gucci jeans
.. than i used to be ..used to .. b*tches usually
turn no more ..super ..
mamy i’m the coolest from .. i’m the coolest
the haters ...they can ..nigga say hello to ....how i do this
.. b*tches standing..
shawty keep my name low till my name ...
l...p*ssy papa on the ..on the phone
i’ma f*ck with..going off the dawn
gotta smoke .. she’s glowing on ..
..when i push my crown
and my queens .. and i need ..packing paper .. get your own.

"Start It Up Remix" Lyrics - Lloyd Banks Ft. Young Jeezy

"Start It Up Remix" Lyrics - Lloyd Banks Ft. Young Jeezy

I be chillin’ in that Phantom

Bumpin

He the boss of the town, call him young John Gotti

Sittin down with the plug, bout to order up some taco’s

Talkin’ hella chips, nachos

And you really gettin’ money, say cheese in this muthaf-cka

Turn your dog like flea’s in this muthaf-cka

So many chains might freeze in this muthaf-cker

Walk back might freeze in this muthaf-cka

Black and gold stones, Drew Brees in this muthaf-cka

Don’t make me start talking quarter keys in this muthaf-cker

Shell cases, night vision, aint nothing stupid

Cut the field up, outta space, Jupiter

Don’t make me start it up like a new Kawasaki

Drop me, hit ya in ya face, you’ll be chicken teriyaki

While I’m on that new thug passion, Belvedere and Saki

Chopping bricks with some chop sticks, oh yeah I got this

you know they mad cause cause cause I’m hood rich

you aint never ever seen good trick

You want a problem,

start it up (vroom vroom)

start it up (vroom vroom)

start it up (vroom vroom)

wait a minute

(repeated)

I’m who they be, Chronic by the P, living comfortably

Come with me, round and some would see why they f-ck with me

Bentley’s pulling up in three, multi-coloured fleet

Y’all sour me, my summers sweet

Catch my mother feet

Hate just makes chop em as they creek

Life forever sweet

Life’s a gamble and I play for keeps in these streets

Magnificant flow or magnifique

Work and have a seat

Them just my parakeets

macking masterpiece

My life is good, my bitches bad

I’m switching pad, changing watches in my christmas bag

I got the gift of gab, talked my way in

Whips and cash, come through half stepping and then get whipped in half

Southsides my heart, too hard to forget the past

Lost too many n-ggas

My flows off the ropes, uppercuts, stick to jabs

Shorty wanna grab, catch a couple, hit the cab

you know they mad cause cause cause I’m hood rich

you aint never ever seen good trick

You want a problem,

start it up (vroom vroom)

start it up (vroom vroom)

start it up (vroom vroom)

wait a minute

"Fly In The Wind" Lyrics - Lloyd Banks (Ft. Jim Jones)

Lloyd Banks - Fly In The Wind Lyrics and Video (Ft. Jim Jones)

chorus

if it ain’t the witness the jewels

know it after hit make your chicks wanna choose

the hand is always working .. with the tools

if it ain’t on the .. 7 hundred on the shoes

I got to win damn if I lose

What’s flying in the wind has to come by the tools

I got to win damn if I lose

All my ex got cold heart and probably they are cool

We are spending cash over here you swipe it

Your beef .. I ain’t a big type of

I think I like’em your wife and …

Problem started up boy you are just …

Queens bitch clean in the six in your city nigger

I ain’t making no team …

Gucci polo … his rats get smaller

Walk around the world my stacks multicolor

Private jets we ain’t got to change plans

Blacking out my haters ….fake change

if it ain’t the witness the jewels

know it after hit make your chicks wanna choose

the hand is always working .. with the tools

if it ain’t on the .. 7 hundred on the shoes

I got to win damn if I lose

What’s flying in the wind has to come by the tools

I got to win damn if I lose

All my ex got cold heart and probably they are cool

I’ve been knocking bitches on knocking bitches out

When it comes to .. the soul we got let it trying …

This is vampire life we are the day breakers

.. like a piece of paper

And you better watch your step like a …

Chorus

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Lloyd Banks - Large On The Streets Lyrics and Video

Lloyd Banks - Large On The Streets Lyrics

Literally drops and blood shed
sour dough, nuff bread
in position of power them chumps dead
backstabbers and cowards get drunk beds
and violent when unfed, PO’s get a challengers bum head
medic, didn’t mean it, shouldnt have said it
insults are remembered, we all working to said it
dont play with me, you’ll regret it
cause I target the man before the edit
leave you like hard tops beheaded
I keep cream, the pistols my street team
triples on my sweet beam
crystals in my lap, I’m a beach dream
the skyscrapers to South Jamaica to foreign paper
I dominate ya, my shine shows a thousand acres
I knock 7 bitches down in vegas
knock 7 pictures down, I’m famous
I gotta work
congratulate me with a lot of purp
I’m straight as a college shirt, money to the collar bone, it gotta hurt
Million dollar condo windows, my view spotless
cant see over my shoe boxes
I hold a big grudge, can’t maintain my cool conscience
smooth offence, high middle the news conference
new sponsors hoes trickin from how I dick em
ten orgasm’s more they gon powder six ones
she ever had a grimey thought I shook it out her system
On cloud nine I smoke like a politician
southside yelling at every rhyme I’m spitting
popeyes and long sides from rides driven
Lil homie been smoking, he 11 now
product of the same neighbourhood, hope that don’t let him down
dont go popping off your mouth, harlem showing I go loko
Lloyd lost in time, hear my 1994 flow, came with the yellow
gardener with the Rose Gold
Him with the platinum crush ice
if your nose colds, train em with the raps
dirty boxer with the low blows
famous with the tatts,
keep straps for you and so so
flat line, i put a MC to rest
chipped up shoulder, ill like the Fila F
they gave me something to smile and feel like I need to rest
middle of summers my shine and bricks and weed for stress
I got em hopping out of chracter my gun caliber, babbler
lift bars as hard as africa
karma’s a trafficker, challengers a root statistic
pardon my picnic, tooley on, MR fix it
my ups and downs got me looking at these b-tches different
staring at my dad in these pictures twisted
I aint ya normal, I’m on my shit terrific
i figured I warn you, the bigger ticket
big baller call you
I hope it’s on you Lord knows a n-gga push me
I set ‘em on wheels, all you get is midget p-ssy
cookies with you pop snatched I pop back
radio hijack get it all before I die rap
my contacts help driving you soundtrack
order built for combat 2010 and beyond that

Lloyd Banks - Everything You Got Lyrics and Video

Lloyd Banks - Everything You Got Lyrics

[Chorus]
My blood rushin off 151 proof
high speed blowing weed out the sunroof
my car got navigation if u want too
later I can come thru, and break it down till I touch that spot
u should hop up on it, baby my performance,
will make u gimme everything u got
I’im fresh of the corner
shorty let me warn ya
Imma put it on ya till you drop

[Verse 1]
I’m fresh off the block, what it do baby?
its a new year and you can be my new lady
I got a reputation for representing
if sex was a weapon, I’ma fully loaded Heckler,
steppin, flossin, jewelry game awesome, frostin,
brighter then the lights on a Porcshe and they hatin’
but I dont pay ‘em no mind,
cuz what I got could turn a pig to a pork rind
they probably mad cuz they rentin and I bought mine,
and the truck sittin’ higher then new york crime
the fans know whats up, the shortys show me love
they dont need an upper Im they one and only drug

[Chorus]
My blood rushin off 151 proof
high speed blowing weed out the sunroof
my car got navigation if u want too
later I can come thru, and break it down till I touch that spot
u should hop up on it, baby my performance,
will make u gimme everything u got
I’im fresh of the corner
shorty let me warn ya
Imma put it on ya till you drop


[Verse 2]
Babygirl u comin or not
if this was alcohol it’d be 100 a shot
ever since the parkin’ lot
I’ve been wantin to pop and if you knew my catalog
all the frontin would stop
I got us dyin out the rock, with our own lil spot
she’s like a porno star, and shes on that cock
I got a senior out in college and a dome thats hot
she got energy I got night and morn’ that twat,
like it or not, I’m not fuckin with ya’ll,
I’ll be damned to participate in somethin’ this small
its really nothin to ball
I got a couple to call,
three cousins from the bean and im f-ckin ‘em all

[Chorus]
My blood rushin off 151 proof
high speed blowing weed out the sunroof
my car got navigation if u want too
later I can come thru, and break it down till I touch that spot
u should hop up on it, baby my performance,
will make u gimme everything u got
I’im fresh of the corner
shorty let me warn ya
Imma put it on ya till you drop

Lloyd Banks - Home Sweet Home Lyrics and Video

Lloyd Banks - Home Sweet Home Lyrics

[Lloyd Banks]
Yeah, 20 miles an hour in my long Bentely
shame on you hater, this what the Lord sent me
lately I’ve been practicing my gas face
cause that’s what I’ma give em when they land in last place
hand right by the…they aint too many seeing us
so they wanna take my gifts
but I wrap em with the (?)
my regular (?)
currency and cashmere
you drove (?) your way, I told her she can crash here
yeah I’m counting paper like the cashier
living like I’m limited, breathing like it’s my last air
my boy in and out the box, super stupid soldier
told me if he could do it again he’d do it over
Poverty’s king cobra, squeeze ya life out
cause its the fatalities and casualtes I should wirte ’bout
these rappers aint iced out, they just fooling
running round town fakers, zirconian cubic

[Chorus]
Only money matters in the game, f-ck the fame
I gotta eat dollar signs, feed my hunger pain
music like Heroin, leave you numb the same
play me like I’m something sweet
be apart of summer slayin’
most hate it most doubt it
thats what they shout it
I’m on top now, there’s nothing they can do about it
yall better have yall guns out
cause where I’m from, there aint no way around it
home sweet home

[Pusha T]
I’ma f-cking rap til you blue in the face
you’ll probably turn into smurfs with the time that you waste
throughout histroy they throwing shots at the greats
but I shoot back, the Lord aint designed me for hate
I’ve never understood Martin Luther with the speech
with the whole World watching me, turn the other cheek?
never, so there’s one left to die in the streets
cause his long arms happens to connect with his reach
try to kill you then, them near misses was God’s kisses
true Hollywood story, ghetto tie bridges
different strokes that n-ggas broke the (?) reach
you only read about the cars that I paddle shift
you only dream about the (?) that I dabble with
balcony views, postcard, imagine this
white stones, black steel cold chrome
this city’s my doormat, them home sweet home

[Chorus]
Only money matters in the game, f-ck the fame
I gotta eat dollar signs, feed my hunger pain
music like Heroin, leave you numb the same
play me like I’m something sweet
be apart of summer slayin’
most hate it most doubt it
thats what they shout it
I’m on top now, there’s nothing they can do about it
yall better have yall guns out
cause where I’m from, there aint no way around it
home sweet home


[Lloyd Banks]
See me where you see me
always seen
off the Queens magazines, pissy hallway scenes
paying crowds, hunger screams, pressure crumbles teams
f-ck being humble in the jungle where they fumble dreams
drugs for the living, Henny (?) for the body
crosses for the power, ghetto for the smiley
pitbull, I bit my way out the cage, whats happening
competition got me on the Rampage, Jackson
part of my reaction to they corny ass raps
keep flirting with death and get your horny ass clapped
back for more me, rat tat, kiss the ring, beat respect out them
bloody heads, turn timbalands to red bottoms
50 bottles just a start now thats how they do it
carbon fibre through the Spyder playin’ rider music
aint no question of my resume, I gotta prove it
life’s a b-tcha nd I get (?)

[Chorus]
Only money matters in the game, f-ck the fame
I gotta eat dollar signs, feed my hunger pain
music like Heroin, leave you numb the same
play me like I’m something sweet
be apart of summer slayin’
most hate it most doubt it
thats what they shout it
I’m on top now, there’s nothing they can do about it
yall better have yall guns out
cause where I’m from, there aint no way around it
home sweet home

Lloyd Banks - So Forgetful Lyrics and Video

Lloyd Banks - So Forgetful Lyrics

[Lloyd Banks]
Boy wonder, one summer, I was stunting
winter falls when I cake more
Bag models and crush ‘em
I aint never been a cuffa,
my lifestyle is custom
chromy Cartier Carrot glare keep me hustlin,

Lamborghini sunk in
dimes humpin in tight bikinis when I’m out doin somethin,
I know it’s something for me to notice you,
Problem is I’m thinking her too,
And ya crew, a girl smooth,
Got a body like a spur do, and I wanna cruise,
Hit gears to make this whole move,
I’m so cool, ice grills for my cold jewels,
Make my own rules, baby I’ma finna rap in old school
She asked why should she, you think you special?
Hell f-cking yeah, now come here, let me bless you,
Hit yea no air hit u in the pretzel,
and I don’t remember how I met you, so forgetful.

[Ryan Leslie - Chorus]
I deal with a lot of pretty girls
So forgive me if I don’t remember you!
So forgive me girl I’m so forgetful
There’s too many New York City girls
So forgive me if I don’t remember you!
If I don’t remember you!

[Lloyd Banks Verse 2]
Wet spots on the mattress
champagne splashes, diamond glasses,
A couple backstage passes, and they find
yeah, how we gettin home, ’cause the keys are gone
get dressed quick bitch grab my phone,
Walkin out alone, smellin like chronic bag cologne,
Drivin home still drunk hope they don’t pull me,
Cause I’m driving with the pully and its loaded fully, feel me?
Game tight girl I’m ain’t a rookie, hear me?
I love chips treat em like my family,
And we got a thing for the light, ball out, fall out,
Do the same thing tonight, flash backs, ass claps,
It’s goin’ down as long as she black jack,
I’m f-cked up it, lets hope I can snap back,
The last text I got says I missed you,
I must of missed something…so forgetful

[Ryan Leslie - Chorus]
I deal with a lot of pretty girls
So forgive me if I don’t remember you!
So forgive me girl I’m so forgetful
There’s too many New York City girls
So forgive me if I don’t remember you!
If I don’t remember you!

Lloyd Banks - Celebrity Lyrics and Video feat Eminem, Akon

Lloyd Banks - Celebrity Lyrics

[Lloyd Banks]
I just touched down, Ferrari to concrete
I ain’t even home and they’re talking about me
f-ck out my ear if you talking ’bout freedom n-gger
Free don’t pay the bills Im ballin’ all out, b!
You rappers don’t know me
Nah I ain’t your homie
If your name aint Em, Ferrari or Tony
I like my wheel chromey
My Bentley my Rolly
My Magnum my forty
South Jamaica shawty
these losses I took in the gut yo
the work’s still here, I’m just cooking it up slow
Clear my mind, you whippin’ the truck load
my Pop dead, but he live through his son though
if rap aint work, I’ll be pimpin’ on some hoe
Still eating lobster and shrimp in the Bungalow
I’m back like crack over the drumroll
You know, wherever I go the gun go

[Akon - Chorus]
We on the grind (hey) all the time (hey)
ain’t bout to let a n-gga come and snatch mine
I keep a nine, you see the shine
I might just let your ass slide this time
While I get this paper, paper
While I get this paper, paper
Cause I’m a celebrity
(I don’t need none of y’all)
Ghetto celebrity
(Keep your punk-ass awards)
I’m a celebrity
(Take your fake smile off)
Ghetto celebrity
aint nothing changed n-gger

[Lloyd Banks - Verse 2]
The media will test ya, popularity is pressure
Porche Panamera
platinum hammer through the metal
wreck the booth up, I’m too tough
that inner city grammer
step your jewels up, they bruised up
I’ll sparkle for the camera
harsh reality’s what (?) holding them back from opening
verbal attack all over these n-ggas, push the herd to the back
I’m the kind that they pray on, spending half of their day on
lay on, n-ggas for days, just shots spray on
my sound system knock and in pound Tupac
6-4 jumping like the ground too hot
they spot me, they chase a n-gga down two blocks
two shots in the air for n-ggas that aint here
two tone, two door, grey top, roof floor
green guap galore, in and out of new hall
that bright light you saw, was a paparazzi flash
I’m tryna snap a picture through your Maserati glass

[Chorus]

[Eminem]
…there are enough insults in my head
to fill up a swear jar
and have it overflowing so dont get me going, don’t dare start
you’ll never see me again, Amelia Earhart
I’m poppin’ a wheelie off to a really unfair start
I’m past grinding for me, guess I just be grounded up
like ground round or a pound of chuck
tightly wound as f-ck
till the fire marshalls come shut
Fire marshall ground ‘em up
I guess you should just shut the f-ck up
and stop f-cking around and duck
I aint playing this time, I told you I’m not down for blunts
to say I keep it 100 would probably sound redundant
like calling a bitch a hoe, or asking a gal to suck
and blowing your d-ck cock
is she up to scew and down to f-ck
it’s a man’s World and I’m trapped in a land of smut
with a thousand sluts wrapped with muzzles
running through a house of muts
otherwords I’m shutting up everyone one of you bitches mouth’s up
and I’m watching my language if I tell you to kiss my f-cking butt
and aint sh-t changed, my sh-t still dont stink player
my farts may have become staler ever since I became a trailer park celebrity
maybe my complexion became a little paler
poster job for white trash, I’m a garbage pale kid sailor
yeah, see me up all in your b-tch means I’ma rape her,
all I got for these hoes is d-ck duck tape and a stapler so b-tch you better look for table scraps to scrape her
I don’t subscribe to the news or the free press but homie I get the paper!

Lloyd Banks - Make Money Lyrics and Video

Lloyd Banks - Make Money Lyrics

[Lloyd Banks]
You need it, go get it
7 days committed
You need it, go get it
7 days committed, n-gga

make money, make money, make money
make money, make money, make money
make money, make money, make money
make money, make money, make money

Make money, damn if they gon take it from me
super swag, bet I get ya naked hunny
you know my stump ground, South Jamaica dummy
aint no comp round, 6 or 7 acres counting
they made I got in, never shoot or let me do
body full of diamonds, hoppin’ out the Bentley coupe
crime high, I’m climbin’, the other pockets empty crew
n-ggas thought I died then, call me Mackavelli blue
red and green stripes, diamond ear squares
screaming twin pumps, right off the Lear stairs
I give a f-cka bout a b-tch you a care bear
heart pumpin’, anti freeze as I stand here
punch a Cotto, nightclubs bunch of photos
run up on me like a dolo when I’m thumping dolo
(?), bigger dollar signs than lowlow
twenty stacks off a Polo when I go on promo

make money, even though it don’t make me
it takes me somewhere you gon need an AC
they chase me, cause my neck is clear as HD
you can’t see, baby I’m in money waist deep
you should f-ck with me, I’mma be that n-gga
how ya gon start acting funny when I get bigger
f-ck the awards, I’d rather buy me a coupe
nothing needed, do it all for the loot
we here to make money
make money, make money
take money, take money, take money
great money, in and out of state money
weight mopney, Benjamin’s straight money

Flat party, I’m steamrolling everybody
Maserati, riding is my kind of hobby
white Ferrari, player pressed for p-ssy hardy
aint no probably, she leave’s I’ma get a doggy
Bank’s aka ya got nothing for me,
show me 30 40 more MC’s later they will bore me
delivery semi auti, styles I’ll never story
bout a thousand they will call me I’ma different category
you playing big, riding round in your family crib
look at your rib, roc boys understand the kid
we handle sh-t, play with me get your candles lit, smoked
ashes out the window of a brand new six
don’t look behind me, move me, you and what army
armed with Armani, Christian Dior whole army
you owe me sorry’s, making money, living calmly
Nicki got me f-cking Barbies, cousin’s and aunt’s


make money, even though it don’t make me
it’s takes me somewhere you gon need an AC
they chase me, cause my neck is clear as HD
you can’t see, baby I’m in money waist deep
you should f-ck with me, I’mma be that n-gga
how ya gon start acting funny when I get bigger
f-ck the awards, I’d rather buy me a coupe
nothing needed, do it all for the loot
we here to make money
make money, make money
take money, take money, take money
great money, in and out of state money
weight mopney, Benjamin’s straight money

You need it, go get it
7 days committed
You need it, go get it
7 days committed, n-gga

make money, make money, make money
make money, make money, make money
make money, make money, make money
make money, make money, make money

Lloyd Banks - Unexplainable Lyrics and Video

Lloyd Banks - Unexplainable Lyrics

[Lloyd Banks]
Ugh, here’s where I go in
back on the dough route
more money to spend, watch how I show out
Lamborghini doors out, that’d bring the hoes out
dollar signs brung in, thats what I know bout

here’s where I go in
back on the dough route
more money to spend, watch how I show out
Lamborghini doors out, that’d bring the hoes out
dollar signs brung in, thats what I know bout

my hunger is unexplainable
Cool people, Kenevil in my alter-ego
zero tolerance, we strapped wherever we go
wife, repo, ’bout a mill and a half keyhole
bite marks from you slugs on tracks and kilo’s
three-notes got my p’s q’s in my jeans
g-g-gee-whizz, my rides like superhero
four five ceelo, look how good I reload
right back at you, abide by the g-code
click clack deep hole, the industry deboed
we built this (?) ground up
why would they figure we fold
figure fours on the competition
(?)
my flows like the levee’s open
foreign trips, fortified zips, heavy smoking
problem tips, 45 clips, chevy smoking
(?) got into this, I bet he make it
aint gotta give me sh-t I’mma take it


here’s where I go in
back on the dough route
more money to spend, watch how I show out
Lamborghini doors out, that’d bring the hoes out
dollar signs brung in, thats what I know bout

Neck, wrist froze out, top fiver no doubt
talkin, what she got now
old money don’t count, back where she kick out
quit running

[Styles P]
Here’s how I show out
even though I’m rap
I’m with the (?) that move blow out
leather pull the door out
you can make it rain, but I’d rather make it snow out
run up on your crib with the big four four out
Here’s how I show out
watch when I show up getting chips off the strip with the piff and the blowups
I’mma kill the block and than leave with the slow up
get your mind popped off before the sign that you throw up
I just want to lamp and feed the weed plants grow up
get that money….

Lloyd Banks - Where I'm At Lyrics and Video

Lloyd Banks - Where I'm At Lyrics

I’ve had it for the last time
you’re actions got me hot as my last rhyme
you’re options will either get put out greenwich or as fine
fine just aint gon cut it
drama is what you’re in love with
you’re one of them b-tches you run with
lately I’m feeling smothered
(?) conceited with cover girl motives
I gotta rise above it
you think them models loving me
I’m thinking bout dozen, doesn’t really matter what you say
sickness in my stomach,
told you I was gon be splitting, you don’t think I mean it
meant it, everything I got, f-ck you
ain’t no secret no apologies you keep it
now that I’m doing my thing and you peep it
the badder times all outweigh the recent
your energy who needs it
every rumour you hear you go believe it
point out the times you’ve seen it
you stabbed me should linked it
revenge is mine, i need it, need a way out
it’s my f-cking life, let her find a way to stay out
bet you thought (?) aint that easy
bet you thought I need you a million times before you need me
leave me everything that I gave to you
aint no freebies get your coat and go
the female pinnochio, money hungry, hopeless hoe
you f-cking with my focus so
go back to that trunk that played the role before
love is like a cancer when you don’t let go
I’mma blow fo ‘sho
unnecessary weight makes the boat go slow
I don’t need you sinking us
I hope you float, lying through my teeth I hope you don’t
(drown, drown)
now the sound of every (?)
bottles pop out while he smoke
hit me pride that we broke
let them girls crowding me go
if they got something to show
let em show me how I love, I’m never lonely
never even left a scar
you fell hard, I’m laughing
ha ha ha ha ha
tyre smoke fancy car
nothing is what we are
no beginning no tomorrow
cause I’m moving on, don’t worry about me
cause I’m gon be aight without you, you’ll see
there aint no-one on this Earth I’d much rather be cause God-dammit
I’m glad that I’m me

I said if you could be where I’m at (bye bye)
you’d wanna be you too
(I’m living without you)
If you felt the way I feel
I bet you’d be in as good a mood as I am
but you don’t so you just feel like you

I’m moving on, don’t worry about me
cause I’m gon be just fine without you, you’ll see
there aint no-one on this Earth right now I’d rmuch rather be
cause God-dammit I’m glad that I’m me

I said if you could be where I’m at (bye bye)
you’d wanna be you too
(I’m living without you)
If you felt the way I feel
I bet you’d be in as good a mood as I am
but you don’t so you just feel like you

I said if you could be where I’m at (bye bye)
you’d wanna be you too
(I’m living without you)
If you felt the way I feel
I bet you’d be in as good a mood as I am
but you don’t so you just feel like you

…the relationship, ships sink
you know it’s love as soon as you fall in it
cause sh-t stinks
and it feels like every time I f-cking do I get jinxed
cupid must have put a curse on me
6 weeks went by and we only spoke twice
I’m sitting in your driveway calling you from the car
suffice I think its safe to say your not at home
I’m calling your cell phone, you answer
but I can tell though you’re not alone
how was I to know, it should have been time to go a long time ago
I kept holding on
its comical when I think back now I couldn’t get the hint
you feel the draft…

Lloyd Banks - Finish Line Lyrics and Video

Lloyd Banks - Finish Line Lyrics

[Lloyd banks]
Under dog is cool, I’m used to being overlooked
look at me now I’m filled with style, my blunt is rolled with Kush
look bitch I’m ballin, ballin’
chasin’ K’s like Reggie Bush
my haters hatin’ don’t know how inside the Bentley look
five in the mornin’ recording
you think I slept all day
but I really aint slept at all
I got bills that’s due, need cheques today
southside don’t play play around
if you want me, another black body dumped
duck down when you hear the sound,
I got peace but not the kind you want
n-gga R.I.P, march throught the club with no I.D
make sure they put the pretty b-tches round me
tables of Bub’ and it’s all on me
hoes show love in the V.I.P
think about bread when you think about P
what I done did and how I OD
check a muthaf-cking thing here free
touch nothing you see
I ex’ing off the hoes quick as they come
drinking heavy rollin’ up like i got an extra lung
singing Bentley, sippin’ harley pardon what I’ve become
leakin’ bezey, reaper fetti, product of mama slum
these n-ggas never did sh-t for me when I was starvin’ son
just me against them, you remember that
thought you’d be glad but you parting along when I’m ending at
I don’t see no kind of friend in that
f-ck em all go spend a stack
yapping like a bitch don’t get more friend than that
this that no pretending rap
y’all know how my engine at
nine in front two ten’s in back
running with that stack in his back
one in yo ad
I know I’m watched by an angel
still feel her hugs and her kisses
on the phone with my grandma
don’t give a f-ck bout these bitches
dont give a f-ck bout their trophy’s
or anything that they might owe me
I do this for you (you, you)
the only ones that really know me
only ones that aint disown me
I remember everything they said
said I was dead, deaded all that
sledgehammer right on your head
live for the now, su woo to gone
sucka n-gga’s left red
no time for waiting rather get mine instead

I gettin’ money on a dime
girl it’s my time
go get that Love sh-t out your mind
you living blind
can’t go for that will fall behind
I’m on the grind
Im hittin ‘em two at a time
why would I decline

see you at the finish line
line, line,line,line,line,line
see you at the finish line
line, line,line,line,line,line
see you at the finish line
line, line,line,line,line,line
see you at the finish line
line, line,line,line,line,line

Lloyd Banks - Start It Up Lyrics and Video

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Lloyd Banks - Light Up Lyrics N Video (Freestyle)

Lloyd Banks - Light Up Lyrics

tough looks get you socked eyes
beats, words, melody, better be in your top five
im on a roll tonight got top 5 five times
ran threw these yellow lights, ran threw the stop signs
im on a one way, no parking lot time
monday threw sunday, they on a drop dime
i got that gucci louie fendi swagger dope rhyme
competition on they back from my clothes line
them boys listen reminisceing the old times
hate records stop the dissin’ now your hoes mine
how did you manage them, make them look like a amateur
then damage ya, when you get to the bread hoes sandwich ya
bottles by the forklift an chronic by the cases
cause i light up like the faces that jackpot in vegas
nip the bubbly match box the races
slapbox faces snap shot cases
lookin’ in you probably think we had it hard before
thats until i lost my marbles on the marble floor
bats of steel, fear the dollar bill, the art of war
cats get peeled like oj for something small
lifestyle like wilt cham i f-cking ball
and ball the f-ck out and ball and chain it all
you haters gonna keep acting like i cant make it happen
til it happen, rolls right under your nose caught you slackin’
be minumum wise, superfly, ultra macking
rapping like im going platnium, money flashing top fashion
legal or eagle anything to get the cash
hungry like i never signed, lable his can kiss my ass
catch a tan from my future, you should open up my past
southside arrari rider smokin, chokin off the grass
hit the gas with a laugh, i aint gotta lift a calf
lift a heel, lift a toe, or even give my self a bath
like a prince, oil tint, platnium made my penis royal
give your girl a semen stash,female slaves keep me spoiled
plaques i deserve a few, snap back with a word or two
nap sack with the burner, new black on black convertible
hatch black with purple too, crack rap that im serving you
back track and you recollect, mic check and im surgical
horizontal or vertical rhymes get on the nerve of crews
move crowds for certain the very second that curtains moves
champagne and ice chains keep the circle cool
square Bitches and LED pictures, open pool
Blu

Any Girl Lyrics & Video - Lloyd Banks

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Lloyd Banks - Any Girl Lyrics

[Intro]
[Banks:] Uh uh uh / turn me up
[Lloyd:] Wuddup Lloyd?
[Banks:] Ah ah ah?
[Lloyd:] Hahaha
[Banks:] Yeh! Yeh! Yeh!
[Lloyd:] Long time in the making huh??
[Banks:] I, I got em like! Like! Like!

[Verse 1]
Uh!
L - Banks baby balla’ of the year
Got about nine, ten dimes, and all of ‘em ‘iz here
It don’t matter, cuz before the night is done I disappear
Tell my new one I’m leavin outta’ the side
Meet me there
Yeh
Weed and bottles everywhere
Metal fulla’ hollows
I don’t mind a petty stare
I don’t need a favor
Baby, I’m a millionaire
Got a show hoppin outta’ the leer in Tanzania
You ain’t gettin’ nuthin’
You ain’t gettin’money
Money make a mack more
More Henney more honeys
Hunned’ dolla’ billz, fifty dolla’ billz, keep the 20’s
Dummy, I’ma’ go-getta’, bitter, old ni$$a, spitter
Gold-digger, couldn’t dig ya’self a chip
Dig ya’self a hole, told ‘em I was cold from the rip
Zero zero man, need more of those in my shi!
Hoes in my whip, Mo’(et) till I’m sick
I’m rich!

[Chorus 1]
Ladies, they love me
They’ eyes are on my money
They pay me and I stunt
And I can have any girl I want

I got ‘em like!

Go shawty go shawty go
Go shawty go shawty go

I, I got ‘em like!

Go shawty go shawty go
Go, go, go, go!

[Verse 2]
Uh
Black Bimmer, blue Benz, red Bentley
Audemar sporter, ya’ll
All a’ ya’ll petty
Heavy metal hangin’
Chain danglin’ on me while I’m boppin’
I can, see the whole crowd watchin’ while we rockin’
Coppin’, bottle-poppin’
Pop a cork like a sport
Hit a hater in the nose when I open my rosé
“LV”s and “G”’s all over my clothes
Bank rolls everywhere Banks goes
She ain’t yours
As far as flows, mine’s like an automatic
Mack 11 or dumb dumb’ll quiet all the static
I gotta’ habit
I’m f**kin’ like an addict
Area code scattered from the way I work magic
So tragic
Nigga run up on me wrong
Grown ass whippin bout 2:30 in the morn
Cases of white brown and bottles of the Don
The chron chron and girls on my arm
It’s on!

[Chorus 2]
Ladies, they love me
They’ eyes are on my money
They pay me and I stunt
And I can have any girl I want

I got ‘em like!

Go shawty go shawty go
Go shawty go shawty go

I, I got ‘em like!

Go shawty go shawty go
Go, go, go, go!

[Bridge]
Go shawty
Lemme’ see you go shawty
Show me all the things you do wit’ yo’ body
Baby this is yo’ party
Come and get this dough from me
Shawty!

[Chorus 3]
Ladies, they love me
They’ eyes are on my money
They pay me and I stunt
And I can have any girl I want

I got ‘em like!

Go shawty go shawty go
Go shawty go shawty go

I, I got ‘em like!

Go shawty go shawty go
Go, go, go, go!

Shawty got a thang for me
She wanna’ put that thang on me
Show me what you got girl
Dough, I got a lot girl

Shawty won’t you go?
Go oh ohhhh
Shawty goo ohh ohhh
Goo oohhh yeh yehhh!

Lloyd Banks - Big Bully Lyrics N Video

Lloyd Banks - Big Bully Lyrics and Video

[Verse:]
Weed all morning! - And then it dawned on 'em (uh!)
The niggaz that call him "the best" - I moonwalk on... [scratches]

[Verse: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
Weed all morning! - And then it dawned on 'em; (uh!)
The niggaz that call him "the best" - I moonwalk on 'em! {BRING IT BACk! }
I'm air gasoline! (uh!) - I'll put the torch on 'em!
They gon' keep wavin' the bull until these... [scratches] {LET'S GO! }

[Verse:]
Weed all morning! - And then it dawned on 'em; (uh!)
The niggaz that call him "the best" - I moonwalk on 'em!
I'm air gasoline! (uh!) - I'll put the torch on 'em!
They gon' keep wavin' the bull until these horns on 'em! (yeah!)
You fall on morning - before it start stormin'
Ain't really no competition - I rip apart all 'em! (all 'em)
Go call 'em! - I serve niggaz till they get borin' (borin')
Midnight, midday, mornin'! {GOD-... } [gunshot] {DAMN! }
Uh, this song is for errbody I make it look simple G's (yeeah!)
I wipe the floor with MC's, stack triple cheese! (uh-huh!)
Me, Fif and Yay' jus' copped - now that's triple beams! (YEAH!)
My PO can't rain hold weight, I cripple knees! (knees)
Traitors get betrayed, tramps get [? ] knees
I light the room bright as lamps, nigga pick a sneed!
You know you can't get with the camp, lucky you get to breathe (uh!)
Please don't ask me how I'm livin' when I lift my keys! (yeah!)
Brand new spankin' Franklyn's
I land where it's ancient, they race to thank him. (uh-huh!)
A million miles away out in space jus' waitin' (word!)
Cookin' up the Crack, Gucci apron bakin'! (you nerves!)
Listen! - Cause I ain't got the time to blog
Words with the strugglin' black man; bars hard as Obama job! (uh!)
f-uck my enemies! (yeah!) - I tell they momma slob
Drop my bag, pile niggaz up like "Amistad"! (YEEEAH!)
Sh-t-talkin' cause I'm out my car
Leak and the drama [? ] sleep from the karma start! (whooo!)
Suppose I lose it! - These old niggaz entrees!
You thinkin'? - Cause I been drinkin' like Kanye! (Kanye!)
Ain't nuttin' changed but the change in the cool of life
Hop out, shoot the dice, pause for the blue and whites! (uh!)
And my new [? ] they lucky if I do 'em twice,
About to catch my flight to Nice! - Cause I'm nice! (YEEAH!)
Dime after dime I'm the man, yeah!
Her ass spillin' over the damn chair! (uh!) - Her titties stand up like Pam Grier! (uh-huh!)
I give 'um wide walls and damp hair
There's no falacio in the Lamb', yeah, let's camp here! (HAA!)
See nine times out of ten, I'm kinda rocky
I'm dressed up so I pose for the paparazzi! (on?)
First by the Rolls! - Extreme shopper hobby
Twenty, thirty rats on that - cream Mazerati! (whoo, whoo!)
How you gon' turn your back on your back bone?
Must wanna be in the front, than be in that zone! (that zone!)
Leanin' on Pat-rone! - There's no chillin' me! (chillin' me!)
My lifestyle's fast dome! - Roam through Italy! (ugh!)
I got your shorty and her bed game serious (serious!)
The pu-sy only really yours on her period!
Period! - Long move, check big boy
Mansion, man don't tell me there's a sextape, Lloyd; (uh, uh!)
BANK$! - Nigga name a nigga you know nicer! (huhh?)
I'm shttin'! - You gon' need a sumo diaper! (yeah!)
I move like the Spyker, two door Viper (yeah!)
Negative energy'll get the crew all hyper! (uh!)
"Mary Jane" life her! - The only chick that gets it from me
I'm on top of my missionary with the money! (uh-huh!)
I'm hearin' all the comparin' and the s-it is funny (pfff!)
We're not the same I'm different, dummy! (UH!)
Your boy back rappin' his ass off, I grip the glass jaws;
My flow "Predator" with the mask off!
Black leather tint on the fast horse, the last Porsche
Ball like mad sports, passports, I'm back forth!
One man attack force
The knife wonder eight other planets, that's [? ] - You want bash, boss?
Headed on a crash course! - My hearts ice!
Future brighter than my last thoughts! - You're all mice!
On [? ] wouldn't fall off the floordrop
[? ] more hot! - And everything that your not!
Warlock! - Back block Sureshock
Keep your mouth shut, and your door locked!
Cause speakers go home in a long box;
It's all lies he's gonna call the cops!
You ain't a MC, you a fat b-tch; I get you Swiss cheese for Mac clips!
Nose dives, takin' one-knees and backflips! - All over rap s-it!
And the whole crew at the same time
I'm [? ] it's game time! - And I ain't even in my prime!
My waistlines' a grey Nine; that'll make your ass
Run like a grey dame! - Chasin' dollar bills,
Don't chase fame! - These niggaz really bummy and fake chains
If there wasn't so many I'd name names, but "Gay-ame"!
Hungry like a nigga with no fridge
Strange, I ain't grow up like most kids! - Pains, bulletholes and gold ribs!
Stains over clothes and close deaths
Denials, heavens clouds and no stress!
The game's full of fouls and no refs, complaints from the crowds and no love,
We bring the guns out when they go club!
Bottles and Bud! - Thick models and drugs
Six Hollow, the Subs, you dicked out with a thug!
Dick down on the rug, I skip town with a love!
Blind who? - Take these big diamonds and blood!


[Outro]
Yeah...
I've returned!
The PLK!
Uh!
V5 on the way...
Any day!
I hear you stupid niggaz still talkin', man...
I'm vexed!
Uh!
Yeah!