積分

演出藝人
Lloyd Banks
Lloyd Banks
演出者
詞曲
C. Richmond
C. Richmond
作曲
J. Whitton
J. Whitton
作曲
克里斯多夫洛伊
作曲

歌詞

Uh
Uh
Yeah
I'm focused now, they notice now
Shorty to ride with me, you got to hold us down
But you ain't got to worry 'cause we run this town
A **** run up on me'll get his ass gunned down
You know the deal, it's all about a dollar bill
You know the deal, it's all about a dollar bill
You know the deal, it's all about a dollar bill
Get dough for real, it's the only way that I can chill
Uh, **** won't understand 'til they man fall
From a exit wound big as a handball
Damn y'all, can't a **** spend a mill'
For a house on the hill as tall as a Ferris wheel
**** better chill, 'fore the Beretta peel
Knock off your head and deal, a bunch of red'll spill
****, I'm rollin' up, system blowin' up
Haters slowin' up, frozen up, Range Rover truck, color coconut
I used to be broke as fuck, 'til I woke 'em up
I show you how to stroke a slut, get in her throat and gut
Then it's back to postin' up, wheels pokin' out
Smoke about enough to have you gaspin' and chokin' out
I, do what I wanna when I wanna, ball when it's summer
Leave out the club, squeeze 'em all in the Hummer
Stitchin' in the seats, interior peanut butter
Brand new Pelle Pelle nine millimeter under
I'm focused now, they notice now
Shorty to ride with me, you got to hold us down
But you ain't got to worry 'cause we run this town
A **** run up on me'll get his ass gunned down
You know the deal, it's all about a dollar bill
You know the deal, it's all about a dollar bill
You know the deal, it's all about a dollar bill
Get dough for real, it's the only way that I can chill
Uh, Banks is back, yeah the punchline boy
You got to be a millionaire to touch my toy
I figured, I'll let the haters see it one more time
And skeet off zero to sixty in three point nine
Besides, I gotta make the jewelry store on time
I look like I bought the jewelry store this time
And it's hard to live like a rap star on the cover
I got three Magnums, the gun, car, the rubber
I got a fur fetish, a three-quarter cut habit
****, that ain't chinchilla, it's plucked parrot
Part rabbit, go find your heart, faggot
I pray **** find your foot and toe-tag it
There ain't never a drought, I got the sour on tour
So raw, I got a hotel towel to throw
Hoes all around the hotel piled to the floor
They done followed your balls since 2004
I'm focused now, they notice now
Shorty to ride with me, you got to hold us down
But you ain't got to worry 'cause we run this town
A **** run up on me'll get his ass gunned down
You know the deal, it's all about a dollar bill
You know the deal, it's all about a dollar bill
You know the deal, it's all about a dollar bill
Get dough for real, it's the only way that I can chill
From here on out, it's manslaughter for the masses
And classics, courtesy of Mr. Mathers
You bastards heard of me, I get the cash
It's the American way, I go to bed with the K
I got red, blue, and white, don't even ask about ice
I look like a cop car flashin' its lights
All they wanna do is chit-chat and make tapes about 'em
'Til they lost like Malcolm before the nation got 'em
I done Timberland tanned the coupe
My wrist chunky like Campbell's soup, ****, shoot
I done been around the world and I'm right here, you won't hurt me
I put your ass on ice, yeah, cold turkey
I'm blowin' purple, the haze mixed with Hershey
I done gave you style, now reimburse me
And it ain't no more love, you get the birdy
I'ma be in the number one spot 'til I'm thirty, you heard me
I'm focused now, they notice now
Shorty to ride with me, you got to hold us down
But you ain't got to worry 'cause we run this town
A **** run up on me'll get his ass gunned down
You know the deal, it's all about a dollar bill
You know the deal, it's all about a dollar bill
You know the deal, it's all about a dollar bill
Get dough for real, it's the only way that I can chill
Written by: C. Lloyd, C. Richmond, J. Whitton
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