[Intro: Lloyd Banks]
Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!Uh Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
You already know, my mind is on my dough
A millionaire that won't spend a dollar on a hoe
I'm still in here tryin' tryin’ to get a model out the do'
High blowin blowin’ bottle after bottle of that dro
Slidin'Slidin’ on the road, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know
And If I wasn't Banks shorty probably wouldn't roll
From the Benz to the lobby from the lobby to the do'
If you ain't with the program ma you gotta go

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
I move like it's Po' Po' behind me, cocoa inside me
inside me, soSo cold and grimey
Fo' Fo' beside me, hoes know to find me
WhereWherever there's money, yeah yeah, I'm the shit shit, honey (WOO!!!)
(Woo)
Hood nigga with the rubberband rubber band grip money
If I go broke I make you and your man strip dummy
Yeah nigga, you don't want it with them they're their bigger
Cross us, you're your on somethin' somethin’ we bare niggaz
Yeah
Yeah, nigga hair here trigga teflon chest gone G's up
Freeze up and you'll end up in your lawn
It's the protege of 50, inspired by Biggie
Burns more than Ziggy, them lil' niggaz dig me
I been stressed out lately, so I'm smokin' smokin’ more than ever
Dead smack in the hood good pokin' pokin’ out my leather
I'm a Good Fella, in a G-Unit hood sweater
If your bitch give me a sign I'm a get her

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
You already know, my mind is on my dough
A millionaire that won't spend a dollar on a hoe
I'm still in here tryin' tryin’ to get a model out the do'
High blowin' blowin’ bottle after bottle of that dro
Slidin'Slidin’ on the road, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know
And If I wasn't Banks shorty probably wouldn't roll
From the Benz to the lobby from the lobby to the do'
If you ain't with the program ma you gotta go

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
'Cause ‘Cause were always focused we move around with the toasters
Push the rock to the smokers, warnin' warnin’ do not approach us
We in the club with the pokers, steppin' steppin’ in Gucci Loafers
Stuntin'Stuntin’ in Testerossas, stylin' stylin’ in front of vultures
My click be the coldest,Ma quickly to call us, baddest bitches they know us
After the shows show they blow us, us and do all type of shit fo' to us
Now I can speak for me cause ‘cause me everywhere I be
Niggaz know I'm a G, got it locked got the keysenter added
We move from bundles to D sippin' on Hennessy
Buck rollin' rollin’ the trees, Banks countin' countin’ the cheese
We get the paper then breeze, nigga we overseas
You stuck in the hood, aw aw, 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' lookin’ for a drink bitch I ain't what you lookin' fo' lookin’ for

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
You already know, my mind is on my dough
A millionaire that won't spend a dollar on a hoe
I'm still in here tryin tryin’ to get a model out the do'
High blowin blowin’ bottle after bottle of that dro
SlidinSlidin’ on the road, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know
And If I wasn't Banks shorty probably wouldn't roll
From the Benz to the lobby from the lobby to the do'
If you ain't with the program ma you gotta go

[Verse 3: Young Buck]
I'm out on bond but the forty still on me
BouncinBouncin’ 'round like Lil' Jon thinkin thinkin’ 'bout my dead homies
Watch I hit, need a lick, ain't 'gon get me a brick
I keep on losin shootin' shootin’ dice and I'm sick of this shit
Clientele still poppin' poppin’ so the junkies keep comin comin’
And my neighbors is watchin' watchin’ but we still gettin' getting’ money
On this block 'till till the sun drop I don't have a home
I will do not stop, sellin' sellin’ rocks, thug 'till till I'm goneenter added
Got a couple old schools and some iced out jewels
Some G-Unit shoes body probably full of tatooes
'Bout to stomp me a bitch, put the pump to his lips
Tell him talk that shit, now y'all wanna trip
I keep it dirty on the East Coast dirty on the West
Just a dirty lil' nigga with a glock and a vest
Banks tell me you don't like 'em and you know what I'm a do nigga

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
You already know, my mind is on my dough
A millionaire that won't spend a dollar on a hoe
I'm still in here tryin' tryin’ to get a model out the do'
High blowin' blowin’ bottle after bottle of that dro
Slidin'Slidin’ on the road, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know
And If I wasn't Banks shorty probably wouldn't roll
From the Benz to the lobby from the lobby to the do'
If you ain't with the program ma you gotta go