Artist: Lloyd Banks Album: The Cold Corner 2 Song: Score Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Lloyd Banks] Good thing my flow came with a tag, they runnin off with my swag I'm runnin up on my jeweler, a hundred K in my bag B-A, N-K, escort me to the paper Kick man, sensei, best emcee to date sir Babies screamin love, must take me for dummy Bottles poppin while the moon up, leave out when it's sunny Shortie e'ryday a fun day, time flies when you're stuntin Boy you workin with them people? Then why you out here cuffin? Yeah I'm short on my awards, pocket full of money though Pussy by the party, chronic by the motherload Money over bitches, that there's a whole 'nother code Dreams of lavish wishes, 14 karat tub of gold BMW whip around, I'm back on my shit now Gym bag of that cash, y'all mad, big smile Hoppin out with a grip, with the light low, piff cloud Clockin out for my trip, with the right flow, I'ma get crowned [Chorus] And our shit 'bout to get realer, cause I just left the dealer And all I see is Benjamins when I look in the mirror And you're shorter than my feelings, I'm standin on the buildin It's showtime when them cameras on, and I just got that feelin I'm a score, how could you ignore me? I've been workin all day, what's up with this orgy? Time to get it goin, gettin drunk and smokin Parkin up and clubbin, goin home with somethin [Lloyd Banks] Uhh~! I'm the hardest on the street, I go marble on the beat Ridin around with no ceiling, car note on my feet These hoes are nuttin but sheep, I'm the shepherd, and my neck lit Respect it, protect it, he buggin out, infested This Rose' got me stumblin out the Louie out in London I'm coppin by the double and I'm smokin 'bout a hundred Used to dream to be a millionaire, who thought I'd become one Speakers knockin, trunk dumbin, Bentley driver hear me comin Like a free throw when I rap, G code for my tat Flood the V.I.P. up, three hoes on my lap All of y'all I'm better than, veteran on that medicine Whips so fast your head 'll spin, come get some of this heroin Blue made for that camera, I'm flashy as shit Whipping foreign, well I'm enjoyin, my passionate flip If they all bad, I ain't pickin, I'm clappin the clique I got a high pick in the draft, with a contract to my dick them bitches down, then Lil' Tina mix around I'm liftin off in London, bet the kid don't trick a pound She already rolled the weed, I'm hittin as soon as I hit the ground I'm 'bout to make a movie, take your pictures now [Chorus]