the work out pt. 4

Lyrics

, i hear alot of talkin' {damn! } niggas must be mad at bank$!, ah you bitch ass niggas! y'all niggas love talkin'. i just smile on my dude! y'all can catch me. but there's only one problem, niggas ain't as bad as bank$, on the top of the newboard this summer!, yeeaah nigga! punchline kid is back!, whooooooooooooooooooooooo kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!, new york city stand the fuck up, man! yeah, yeah! - go get ya camera man! - that's a lambo' fam. gun in the safe, the same one from rambo hand. {damn! }, i got a pack of? - you know whatever chedda!, flyin' my new york hoe in - cause her head is better. {come on! }, i said i'd never sweat her - well i guess i lied, she suck the ghost outta a nigga and i'm petrified. you niggas nuthin' but roaches - hit the pesticide, i spray lil', you roll around {god-. } in ya neck and die. {damn! }, i'm the nicest out. look at the ring you hear the price and pout - every 16th i ice 'em out. {whoooo! }, 50 sold 11 mill' brought tyson house, and mine to, cross dude and the knife come out. i can't wait to see you bricks on the sidestretch, bunch a holes in ya like the bricks in the projects. kefflon whips rubber grips for the nonsense, conscience - of the consequences, abnoxious. {yo! }, and we can ride all night;, somebody might come get 'em. - tie his bandana on too tight. {whoooo! }, you can book 'em short notice, i'm a sell out in the night, the car won't get me there - but the helicopter might. {come on! }, i bring all the toys out let the clip go shit, the whip so new - even the bird shit don't stick. {haha! }, i got a hell of a system sound travel 3 blocks, bulletproof doors and all you can eat tops. runnin' out to me, {whoooo! }, i only need the funerals i button all you niggas up like jay-z. i smoke for free when i'm out in dc {damn! }, vvs's is in my ear - clearer than hd. {get back! }, i don't know why he walk around with my logo he ain't me, braggin' 'bout the millions of dollars you ain't see. gimme ammo in a jammy! - my hand over a grammy {whoooooooooooooooooooo}, 2 cribs, that's why i ship the lambo' in miami. {kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid! }, please, ain't tryin' to be in a jam over the panties, they love 'em when i leave 'em for the very same reason. {haha! }, one nigga started. - a couple niggas followed, now they all can't eat like the next top model, new york city boy but they love me in chicago, a lil more in philly from here to atlantic city. {money wrong! }, i flip flop smokin' around, 6 drop cruisin' the town. 6 shot ruger the pound with hip-hop screwin' {whoooooo! } them now. nah i don't give a fuck joe pesci flow, might win another vibe award if they let me go. i'm like royalty a muthafuckin' king, when i move she move! - like a puppet on a string. {sha money! }, 50 karats on the bracelet a couple on the ring. my treasure chest is a mess, a bucket full of bling. i'm the p cut boy i tuck 'em in the whole piece, you mutherfuckas is lucky, i don't wear gold teeth! {come on! }, i hear alot of talkin' these niggas they mad at bank$, i bet they'll keep on talkin', after this shot they be tellin' the chicks. {haha! }, my niggas they get it poppin' find-out {can't forget. } when we at ya wake {jessie! }, you and you in your coffin, damn you {paulynne! } made a big mistake. {whoooooooo! }, yeah!, it's 50 nigga!, y'all niggas know whassup!, lloyd bank$!, the changin' of the cards! {haha! }, i'll be back nigga. i'll just fall back!, feel what i'm sayin'?, it's bank$ turn nigga!, now watch this!, you hear ttah?, prrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! {haha! }, that's the money machine!, boop, boop, boop!, you hear that?. that's the money truck backin' up! {haha! }, it's lloyd bank$ nigga!, you should already know?!, you gonna eat with the unit. or you gonna eat a can of sardines!, haha! {damn! }