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Lloyd Banks - Start It Up (feat. Kanye West, Swizz Beatz, Ryan Leslie and Fabolous)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lloyd Banks
Lloyd Banks
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
C. Lloyd
C. Lloyd
Composer
Carl McCormick
Carl McCormick
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pat Viala
Pat Viala
Mixing Engineer
Cardiak
Cardiak
Producer
K. Miller
K. Miller
Engineer
Mark B. Christensen
Mark B. Christensen
Mastering Engineer
Noah Goldstein
Noah Goldstein
Engineer
Raphael Fiorda
Raphael Fiorda
Assistant Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

What you gon' do, it's G.O.O.D. Music and G-Unit? (Yeah) Banks Loso Ladies and gentlemen! You know they mad 'cause I, 'cause I, 'cause I'm hood rich You never ever ever seen a nigga good, trick You want a problem, start it up (Vroom, vroom) Could start it up (Vroom, vroom) Start it up Wait a minute Big blue, hot and scenic shoot, cotton candy coupe Hard knock, Orphan Annie loop, off the stoop, uh Play with me, see what this screamy do, my canary shoe High beams pointin' right at you, peekaboo, uh Benji paper made me hater-proof, all your fiend reduce 'Nage a trois, purple haze and Goose, got me loose, uh Kicked my way in, now I got the juice, Gucci bubble goops Thousand kicks, couple hundred boots, gettin' fuckin' loot My top down, I'm flashin' on 'em I'm passin' all 'em, pull over and hit the hazards on 'em The ratchet's on 'em, paid my dues, now it's back to ballin' But rap's a boring dead man, I dig the casket for 'im I'm back performin', I bag 'em, break they back, don't call 'em Look down on 'em, like Dikembe, Patrick, Mourning Cash is pourin', stunts stormin', got these bitches soaked Camera phones capture everything the digits don't You know they mad 'cause I, 'cause I, 'cause I'm hood rich You never ever ever seen a nigga good, trick You want a problem, start it up (Vroom, vroom) Could start it up (Vroom, vroom) Start it up (Vroom, vroom) Start it u-up You know they mad 'cause I, 'cause I, 'cause I'm hood rich You never ever ever seen a nigga good, trick You want a problem, could start it up (Vroom, vroom) Start it up (Vroom, vroom) Start it up (Vroom, vroom) (Wait a minute) Start it u-up Who keep his Gs in a alloyed safe? And stash the weed in a Altoid case? They say good things come to those who wait So I'ma be at least about a hour late I'm so fresh, bitch, I should be arrested New Tody Chester with my nuts on your chest, bitch She said "Hey," I said, "Yes, bitch?" "Damn, I'm only askin' you a question!" I met this MILF at the All-Star, gettin' action A cougar with more rings than Phil Jackson Told her beauty is why God invented eyeballs And her booty is why God invented my balls I'm a rock star, start it up Start it up, start it u-up So popular, you should get a shot of us Niggas don't take shots at us, that is only obvious The first album I vomited, the second I colonic'd it Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, I platonic'd it Bet I got some slippers on, bet niggas gon' nod they head These ain't even real clothes, homie, I'm pajama rich Banks told me, "Homie, go on, switch your style up" These bitches on me, homie, only to arouse us Told her "I ain't payin' tonight, I'm only browsin'" She pulled her blouse up, said, "It's free," I said, "Wowzers!" You know they mad 'cause I, 'cause I, 'cause I'm hood rich You never ever ever seen a nigga good, trick You want a problem, start it up (Vroom, vroom) Could start it up (Vroom, vroom) Start it up (Vroom, vroom) Start it u-up You know they mad 'cause I, 'cause I, 'cause I'm hood rich You never ever ever seen a nigga good, trick You want a problem, start it up (Vroom, vroom) Start it up (Vroom, vroom) Start it up (Wait a minute, wait a minute) Ninja (Ninja), Kawasaki (Kawasaki) Ducati (Ducati), my ol' Harley (My ol' Harley) Rock the party (Rock the party), Move your body (Move your body) What's up (What's up), everybody!? Start it up (Vroom, vroom) Start it up (Vroom, vroom) Start it up (Vroom, vroom) Start it u-up (Start it up) Let's get it started, get it started Get it started, yeah, yeah Ladies and gentlemen! (Rrrrt!) Plenty hate, they be takin' shots, never penetrate Money generate, if we ain't in the house, renovate Tryna eat, we ain't finna wait, where's the dinner plates? B-M-W, 10 to 8, Interstate 95, passenger, baddest bitch in the States Half Spanish, half Trinidad, complexion Henny-straight Y'all ain't got y'all minutes straight, Trackstar, finna skate Time is money and I can't afford to be a minute late It's time to make a movie, let the haters watch Diamonds spinnin' 'round the bezel, that's tornado watch My independent chick, I like my ladies Koch She got an appetite for dick, I guess her place my crotch Y'all soft as tater tots, lil niggas try me not Under the wing, fried rice at the Chinese spot I hear 'em talkin' it, but ain't really livin' it Opinions are like assholes, so who gives a shit? You know they mad 'cause I, 'cause I, 'cause I'm hood rich You never ever ever seen a nigga good, trick You want a problem, start it up (Vroom, vroom) Could start it up (Vroom, vroom) Start it up (Vroom, vroom) Start it u-up You know they mad 'cause I, 'cause I, 'cause I'm hood rich You never ever ever seen a nigga good, trick You want a problem, could start it up (Vroom, vroom) Start it up (Vroom, vroom) Start it up (Vroom, vroom) Start it up (Wait a minute, wait a minute
Writer(s): Kasseem Dean, Christopher Charles Lloyd, Kanye Omari West, John David Jackson, Carl E. Mccormick Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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