Artist: Lloyd Banks Album: The Cold Corner 2 Song: Cashin In Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] Nigga ain't nuttin but the toast for free I'm back in the mix where I'm s'posed to be Now I'ma make you notice me It's time to bring the cash in (cash in) They mumble life wasn't chose for me I got so much more money to see And I don't need you over me We pull 'em then we pass 'em (we pass 'em) We pull 'em then we pass 'em (we pass 'em) We pull 'em then we pass 'em (we pass 'em) We pull 'em then we pass 'em (said we pass 'em) We pull 'em then we pass 'em [Lloyd Banks] Uhh, it's complicated I'm hated, badly underrated Drunk, faded, frustrated, grab another payment Take my life, play it X-rated, e'ry fuckin day with somethin thick thighs my favorite, heart hard as the pavement Do not spar with amazement, pop bottles and spray it I'm top line entertainment, dot-com for the flamers I count this money, they drain 'em, hot blonde in my aim Can't no women alive contain him, it's not part of my game I remain~! You think he ill, I'm the same Crack cocaine, that won't change, hall of fame when I say fuck it They in your pocket you puppet; fuckin up is not in the budget Flow is discovered, me on the other hand rugged Gold by the nugget, shinin but they still see a nigga I give a fuck though, smokin my weed and drinkin liquor Knowin my luck go, tell my genie she need to see me They owe me somethin, fuck 'em all in graffiti! [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] Uhh, uhh A foot race to the title, nigga I'll smoke your idol Try me is suicidal, dirty's how I do my rival And you can get it too courtesy just for movin spiteful Clashin is critical emergency, let the burner bite you Ya boy impeccable, certainly out the winner's circle Show me respect or it's curtains, learnin my dinner's purple Bentleys, Benzes, formin a line with no rehearsal Drugs, syringes, never clean up to go commercial Bury all your beef today or regret it tomorrow Threw like a hundred G's away bullet-proofin the car And I'ma make it either way bitch I shoot for the stars Feel like I'm trapped in the yard, missin stupid with bars Alien back and in charge, givin the studio scars Jam-packed in garage, I'm the coolest by far Hard to pinpoint what I'm doin, to human I'm strange Fuck 'em all, I dust through 'em just cruisin in lanes [Chorus] [Outro: Lloyd Banks] Uhh (uhh) We pass 'em (we pass 'em) Pull 'em then we pass 'em Pull 'em then we pass 'em We pull 'em then we pass 'em Pull 'em then we pass 'em