- Votes:
- Composers:
- Christopher Charles Lloyd
- David Darnell Brown
- Curtis James Jackson
- Peterson Dennis
- Jonathan Williams
 
- Genres:
- Hip-Hop
 
- Tags:
- east coast rap
- g unit
- gangsta rap
- rap
 
- See also:
50 Cent - You Already Know lyrics
(feat. Lloyd Banks & Young Buck)
 [Lloyd Banks]
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 [Lloyd Banks Chorus]
 You already know, my mind is on my dough
 A millionnaire, don't spend a dolla on a hoe
 And i'm still in here, tryna get a model out the door
 How am I bother with the bottle of that dro
 Slidin' on a roll, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know
 And if I wasn't Banks, shorty prolly wouldn't roll
 From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby til the door
 If you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go)
 [Lloyd Banks Verse]
 I move like there's popo behind me
 Cocoa inside me, so cold and grimey
 44 beside me, hoes know where to find me
 Where ever there's money, yeah i'm the shit honey (whoo)
 Hood nigga with that rubberband brick money
 If I go broke, I'll make you and your man strip dummy
 Yeah nigga, you don't want it with them, there bigger cross us
 Your on something, weed, their liquor, scared nigga, here trigger
 Teflon, chest con, G'z Up, freeze up and you'll end up in your lawn
 It's the protege of Fitty (uh huh), inspired by Biggie (uh huh)
 Burns more then Ziggie (uh huh), the lil' niggaz dig me (whooo)
 I've been stressed out lately, so i'm smokin' more than ever
 Then smacked in the hood, good pumpin' out my lever
 I'm a goodfella in a G-unit hood sweater
 If your bitch give me a sign, i'ma get her
 [Lloyd Banks Chorus]
 You already know, my mind is on my dough
 A millionnaire, don't spend a dolla on a hoe
 And i'm still in here, tryna get a model out the door
 How am I bother with the bottle of that dro
 Slidin' on a roll, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know
 And if I wasn't Banks, shorty prolly wouldn't roll
 From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby til the door
 If you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go)
 [50 Cent:]
 There's always folks, moving around with the toasters
 Push the rock through the smoker's, warnin' do not approach us
 We in the club with the pokers, steppin' in Gucci loafers50 Cent - You Already Know - http://motolyrics.com/50-cent/you-already-know-lyrics.html
 Stuntin' in testerosous, down in front with the vultures
 My clique be the coldest, baddest bitches they know us
 After the show they blow us and do all types of shit for us
 Now I can speak for me, cuz me everywhere I be
 Niggaz know i'm a G, got it locked, got the keys
 We movin' bundles of D, sippin' on Hennessey
 Buck rollin' the trees, Banks countin' the cheese
 We get the paper then breeze, nigga we overseas
 You stuck in the hood, ahh that ain't good
 Different town, different tour, different telly, different whore
 Triple x, wet sex, who's next, latex
 Condom, condo, i'm tight, my money long though
 You lookin' for a drink bitch, i ain't what you lookin' for
 [Lloyd Banks Chorus]
 You already know, my mind is on my dough
 A millionnaire, don't spend a dolla on a hoe
 And i'm still in here, tryna get a model out the door
 How am I bother with the bottle of that dro
 Slidin' on a roll, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know
 And if I wasn't Banks, shorty prolly wouldn't roll
 From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby til the door
 If you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go)
 [Young Buck:]
 I'm out on bond, but the '40 still on me
 Bouncin' round like Lil Jon, thinkin' 'bout my dead homies
 Watch i hit me a lick, and go get me a brick
 I keep on losin' shootin' dice, and i'm sick of this shit
 Clienteles still poppin', so the druggies keep comin'
 And my neighbours is watchin', but we still gettin' money, on this block
 Till' the sun drop, i dont have a home
 I will not stop sellin' rocks, thug till' i'm gone
 Got a couple old schools and some iced out jewels
 Some G-Unit shoes, body bullet tattoo
 About to stomp me a bitch, put the pump to his lip
 Tell him talk that shit nowww, y'all wanna trip
 I keep it dirty on the Eastcoast, dirty on the West
 Jus' a dirty lil' nigga with a glock and a vest
 Banks tell me you dont like him and you know what i'ma do nigga
 [Lloyd Banks Chorus]
 You already know, my mind is on my dough
 A millionnaire, don't spend a dolla on a hoe
 And i'm still in here, tryna get a model out the door
 How am I bother with the bottle of that dro
 Slidin' on a roll, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know
 And if I wasn't Banks, shorty prolly wouldn't roll
 From the Benz to the lobby, from the lobby til the door
 If you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go)












