Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lloyd Banks
Vocals
Act One
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
C. Lloyd
Songwriter
Kejuan Muchita
Songwriter
Raeford Gerald
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Havoc
Producer
Sha Money XL
Recording Engineer
Steve Daniel Baughman
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I came in this world by myself
So I don't need no friends
I'd rather have it this way
It's okay, it's okay
You motherfuckers gon' respect me
'Cause I could take you off here today
I'd rather have it that way
It's okay, it's okay
[Verse 2]
I'm on the prowl with the hammer
Hardly smile at the cameras
Too many **** is dyin'
I'm spendin' time with my grandma
A hundred grand in the safe's a
A hundred grand on your face
A million plus in the bank
Will scuff in the paint
[Verse 3]
You handcuffin' that bitch
She don't wanna be wit you
All she want is your chips
My lil' **** beat her too
Sneak the heaters through
So we can party good
Grandson of Edith Rue
Born out in Hollywood
[Verse 4]
The boy wonder will unravel your team
I'm TRL next to Avril Lavigne
All my carats are green
The buddha is purple
Be rude when I hurt you
You're movin' in circles
We do it all, movies, commercials
[Verse 5]
Stadiums, clubs
Ladies and thugs
The hood to the 'burbs
I'm on the red carpet
'Cause I'm good with my words
I'm ready for war
And stackin' my chips
You flappin' your lips
You **** ain't even hood rich
[Verse 6]
I came in this world by myself
So I don't need no friends
I'd rather have it this way
It's okay, it's okay
You motherfuckers gon' respect me
'Cause I could take you off here today
I'd rather have it that way
It's okay, it's okay
[Verse 7]
Keep your circle official
Watch the **** that's wit you
Outsiders'll get you
Hot shit in your tissue
All I need is my figures
I ain't stressin' no hoe
Ridin' 'round with my ****
Hand crushin' that 'dro
[Verse 8]
50 made me a star
Now they know who we are
Out on top of the charts
Your condo is my car
Income is my chain
Stash box is my watch
I'm fairly new in the game
I ain't passin' the rock
[Verse 9]
All I'm sensin' is hate
Ever since I been straight
'Cause they stuck in the hood
Hand crumbs on they plate
And I'm strappin' a nine
In case they wanna combine
Gather up on a ****
I ain't rappin' in line
[Verse 10]
Keep your eye on your money
Stop eyeballin' mine
You drop somethin' every year
Flop all of the time
Stop making your records
I ain't answerin' shit
Why don't you get off my dick?
[Verse 11]
I came in this world by myself
So I don't need no friends
I'd rather have it this way
It's okay, it's okay
You motherfuckers gon' respect me
'Cause I could take you off here today
I'd rather have it that way
It's okay, it's okay
[Verse 12]
It's okay, ****
I don't need no friends
I got money
G NET
Written by: C. Lloyd, Kejuan Waliek Muchita, R. Gerald