[Lloyd Banks - Verse 1]
Too much thinkin'
On top of that, I'm gettin' high and drinkin'
I'm floatin' on cloud 9, watchin' these n***** sinkin'
No blinkin', you blink too much, you lose your turn
Sleep is the cousin of death, you might as well pick your urn
I been talkin' my intentions, now it's time to go and do it
Take you were I come from, that influence on my music
Ain't no u-turns on this path, think before you choose it
Hold this autograph, come get your cash and try to use it
I came here unexpected, Ima leave a legend
Brought up in this hell, how I'm breathin' heaven
I swear I fear I hear my n***** laughin while I'm ballin'
Woke up this mornin' the weed and alcohol callin'
Livin' that life of a mac, kickin' them hoes out off 'em
Ask 'em when they comin' back, knowin' that they done lost 'em
Hit them b****** from the back, I ain't want all the talkin'
Don't be blown at my jack, flat-line on that cat
[Hook]
Let's get this money, then lets make it stack
Then lets make history, 'cause they can't take that back
Back to ballin' and spendin'
Runnin' up in these women, got a b**** out the movie
Take a look how I'm livin'
And do you know what it took?
I take you back down the road, before the riches and b******
And the platinum and gold
I got it all from the work, no contract in my soul
I don't ball/bawl up and die, I bomb back on them hoes
[A$AP Rocky]
Uhh! - I'm tryna buy my soul from Satan. - I can't keep up with payments! (true!)
Strange writings on the waaall (waaall!) got me feelin' like a cavemen. (all right!)
Call that s*** the "Days Inn". (uhh!) - Life is so degradin'. (uhh!)
But to my last statement, I keep praying till it's "Amen"! (uhh!)
Top is where I'm aimin'. (yeah!) - Left the way I came in;
I'ma keep on ravin' till them islands is the caymens, (uhh!)
And my b**** from Mexico. (Mexico!) - She don't know she next to go. (next to go!)
Suit yourself, then screw yourself! - Shoot yourself, plexicooo!
Bang, bang! - Thought you were a giant. (uhh!)
Couldn't hear the mornings, but I bet you hear them sirens. (uhh!)
First I close my eyelids, (yeah!) - then everything is quiet. (quiet!)
I could go out in silence, but I would prefer the riot. (yeah!)
I catch the first star with my fist raised, Versace shades, my french braids
Had sick chains since 6th grade - safe to say we've been slaved.
These n***** tryna shoot me! (uh-huuuh!) - These crackers tryna sue me! (yeah!)
Wake up to your favourite actresses; my life is like a movie, boy! (uhh!)
[Hook]
Let's get this money, then lets make it stack
Then lets make history, 'cause they can't take that back
Back to ballin' and spendin'
Runnin' up in these women, got a b**** out the movie
Take a look how I'm livin'
And do you know what it took?
I take you back down the road, before the riches and b******
And the platinum and gold
I got it all from the work, no contract in my soul
I don't ball/bawl up and die, I bomb back on them hoes
[Lloyd Banks - Verse 2]
Heat up in the winter, so I'm cooler come the summer
We out here, gamblin' the ruger money sucker
PYT and all we up the cougar, Ima crush her
And I always been a rebel, never been a cuffer
You just talk it, you don't does it
So all those who suffer, you so humble out in public
Computer make you tougher
I got Rosé by the bottle, b****** by the car-load
6 or 7 new ones, I'm switchin' up the mob
b**** I sleep in the Apollo, I'm always on stage
I should take my show to broadway 'cause that hallway like a grave
Can't no b**** get in my mind, so I know it's physical
I kick out the dimes, I think I'm invincible
I climbed to the top, now I'm p*****' off the pinnacle
I pray to God that I get rich, gettin' money spiritual
Diamond in my physicals, that's why Ima stand out
You don't got your hand in, you just got you hand out (son)
[Hook]
Let's get this money, then lets make it stack
Then lets make history, 'cause they can't take that back
Back to ballin' and spendin'
Runnin' up in these women, got a b**** out the movie
Take a look how I'm livin'
And do you know what it took?
I take you back down the road, before the riches and b******
And the platinum and gold
I got it all from the work, no contract in my soul
I don't ball/bawl up and die, I bomb back on them hoes
I bomb back on them hoes (x4)
Too much thinkin'
On top of that, I'm gettin' high and drinkin'
I'm floatin' on cloud 9, watchin' these n***** sinkin'
No blinkin', you blink too much, you lose your turn
Sleep is the cousin of death, you might as well pick your urn
I been talkin' my intentions, now it's time to go and do it
Take you were I come from, that influence on my music
Ain't no u-turns on this path, think before you choose it
Hold this autograph, come get your cash and try to use it
I came here unexpected, Ima leave a legend
Brought up in this hell, how I'm breathin' heaven
I swear I fear I hear my n***** laughin while I'm ballin'
Woke up this mornin' the weed and alcohol callin'
Livin' that life of a mac, kickin' them hoes out off 'em
Ask 'em when they comin' back, knowin' that they done lost 'em
Hit them b****** from the back, I ain't want all the talkin'
Don't be blown at my jack, flat-line on that cat
[Hook]
Let's get this money, then lets make it stack
Then lets make history, 'cause they can't take that back
Back to ballin' and spendin'
Runnin' up in these women, got a b**** out the movie
Take a look how I'm livin'
And do you know what it took?
I take you back down the road, before the riches and b******
And the platinum and gold
I got it all from the work, no contract in my soul
I don't ball/bawl up and die, I bomb back on them hoes
[A$AP Rocky]
Uhh! - I'm tryna buy my soul from Satan. - I can't keep up with payments! (true!)
Strange writings on the waaall (waaall!) got me feelin' like a cavemen. (all right!)
Call that s*** the "Days Inn". (uhh!) - Life is so degradin'. (uhh!)
But to my last statement, I keep praying till it's "Amen"! (uhh!)
Top is where I'm aimin'. (yeah!) - Left the way I came in;
I'ma keep on ravin' till them islands is the caymens, (uhh!)
And my b**** from Mexico. (Mexico!) - She don't know she next to go. (next to go!)
Suit yourself, then screw yourself! - Shoot yourself, plexicooo!
Bang, bang! - Thought you were a giant. (uhh!)
Couldn't hear the mornings, but I bet you hear them sirens. (uhh!)
First I close my eyelids, (yeah!) - then everything is quiet. (quiet!)
I could go out in silence, but I would prefer the riot. (yeah!)
I catch the first star with my fist raised, Versace shades, my french braids
Had sick chains since 6th grade - safe to say we've been slaved.
These n***** tryna shoot me! (uh-huuuh!) - These crackers tryna sue me! (yeah!)
Wake up to your favourite actresses; my life is like a movie, boy! (uhh!)
[Hook]
Let's get this money, then lets make it stack
Then lets make history, 'cause they can't take that back
Back to ballin' and spendin'
Runnin' up in these women, got a b**** out the movie
Take a look how I'm livin'
And do you know what it took?
I take you back down the road, before the riches and b******
And the platinum and gold
I got it all from the work, no contract in my soul
I don't ball/bawl up and die, I bomb back on them hoes
[Lloyd Banks - Verse 2]
Heat up in the winter, so I'm cooler come the summer
We out here, gamblin' the ruger money sucker
PYT and all we up the cougar, Ima crush her
And I always been a rebel, never been a cuffer
You just talk it, you don't does it
So all those who suffer, you so humble out in public
Computer make you tougher
I got Rosé by the bottle, b****** by the car-load
6 or 7 new ones, I'm switchin' up the mob
b**** I sleep in the Apollo, I'm always on stage
I should take my show to broadway 'cause that hallway like a grave
Can't no b**** get in my mind, so I know it's physical
I kick out the dimes, I think I'm invincible
I climbed to the top, now I'm p*****' off the pinnacle
I pray to God that I get rich, gettin' money spiritual
Diamond in my physicals, that's why Ima stand out
You don't got your hand in, you just got you hand out (son)
[Hook]
Let's get this money, then lets make it stack
Then lets make history, 'cause they can't take that back
Back to ballin' and spendin'
Runnin' up in these women, got a b**** out the movie
Take a look how I'm livin'
And do you know what it took?
I take you back down the road, before the riches and b******
And the platinum and gold
I got it all from the work, no contract in my soul
I don't ball/bawl up and die, I bomb back on them hoes
I bomb back on them hoes (x4)