Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song You Already Know, artist - Lloyd Banks. Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
You Already Know |
| 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 to get a model out the do' |
| High blowin bottle after bottle of that dro |
| 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 I move like it’s Po’Po’behind me, cocoa inside me, so cold and grimey |
| Fo’Fo’beside me, hoes know to find me Wherever there’s money, yeah I’m the shit honey (WOO!!!) |
| Hood nigga with the rubberband grip money |
| If I go broke I make you and your man strip dummy |
| Yeah nigga, you don’t want it with them their bigger |
| Cross us, your on somethin we bare niggaz |
| Yeah nigga 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 more than ever |
| Dead smack in the hood good 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 |
| 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 to get a model out the do' |
| High blowin bottle after bottle of that dro |
| 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 Cause were always focused we move around with the toasters |
| Push the rock to the smokers, warnin do not approach us We in the club with the pokers, steppin in Gucci Loafers |
| Stuntin in Testerossas, stylin in front of vultures |
| Ma quickly to call us, baddest bitches they know us After the show they blow us, and do all type of shit to us Now I can speak for me cause me everywhere I be Niggaz know I'm a G, got it locked got the |
| keys |
| We move from bundles to D sippin on Hennessy |
| Buck rollin the trees, Banks countin the cheese |
| We get the paper then breeze, nigga we overseas |
| You stuck in the hood, 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 for a drink bitch I ain’t what you lookin for |
| 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 to get a model out the do' |
| High blowin bottle after bottle of that dro |
| 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 |
| I’m out on bond but the forty still on me Bouncin 'round like Lil’Jon thinkin 'bout my dead homies |
| Watch I hit, need a lick, ain’t 'gon get me a brick |
| I keep on losin shootin dice and I’m sick of this shit |
| Clientele still poppin so the junkies keep comin |
| And my neighbors is watchin but we still gettin money |
| On thgis block till the sun drop I don’t have a home |
| I do not stop, sellin rocks, thug till I’m gone |
| Got a couple old schools and some iced out jewels |
| Some G-Unit shoes 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 |
| 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 to get a model out the do' |
| High blowin bottle after bottle of that dro |
| 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 |