Lloyd Banks - Money Chase ft. Fabolous

Lloyd Banks
Million dollars richer u can tell that by the picture
Coogi green twister so i'm smelling like the crop
Pop by the bucket, liquor by the pitcher
Bitches by the borough bet a bottle imma pop
I'm giving y'all new styles, boy don't bite that hand
Your'e local as your corner, they know lloyd out Japan
I'm too ghetto in a day bring the porno out a fan
Mr Hefner swagger on auto i'm the man
Why your clothes still on? Girl don't turn me off
Fly nigga, reason you already know the cost
I'm a southside nigga from one hundred thirty fourth (134th)
Try hold all in my mind fly 730 porche
I'm a stunner during the spring n summer
You know i got the pussy from her if i got the number
I ain nothing but a lover you can have her if u want her
Cause pretty bitches ain shit to me today i have another

Chorus
We counting money all night, keep it G erday
real nigga on sight, with my demons away
i got beautiful bitch n i walk like i'm rich
jus my morals and word, i don't break em for shit
ain't no foot on the brake, now am making em sick
you see the hood on my face, niggas want me to slip
name a time and a place, i'll be in line for the race
marijuan by the case and my mind on the money chase

Fabolous
Failure's not an option, charlie sheen edition
never saw em like us, you prolly seen who isn't
i'm hardly seen for dissing, i follow things up different
masked up at your house Halloween tradition
treat but never tricking, throw it in the bag
bout twenty of em rose' moets on the the tab
im up in perfections, where nobody's perfect
but they pay attention, cause they know am worth it
cash cures ADD, thats what the study show
my nina give it up, i love that slutty ho
uh, running your mouth like a bloody nose
fake rapper, who does live what he flows
call me bbm bad bitch magnet
if she with me she's a fablous ad lib... nice
gettn to the money, final destination, why the hesitation?

Chorus
We counting money all night, keep it G erday
real nigga on sight, with my demons away
i got beautiful bitch n i walk like i'm rich
jus my morals and word, i don't break em for shit
ain't no foot on the brake, now am making em sick
you see the hood on my face, niggas want me to slip
name a time and a place, i'll be in line for the race
marijuan by the case and my mind on the money chase

Lloyd Banks
Christian, louie, gucci, coochie like it just came out
daddy was mack that suit me to take the same route
counting money cut in coupe and thats what my day bout
ghetto license plate says stupid, cuban chain out
i'm shitting, n every diamonds sitting
i spend a bunch a money on the vehicle i sit in
when u start doin better everybody treat you different
but i ain big on attention so the shit don't got me tripping
i'm new dollars addicted, hundreds got my twitching
cumming on your baby mama with the baby kicking
flying down long island, full one eighty whipping
pull the role reversal got the pretty ladies tricking
blue... they dont make em like they use to do
they see me slipping suicidal C notes like the musical
don't matter they class i cut em like the students do
fuck i care they beautiful macking is a usual

Chorus
We counting money all night, keep it G erday
real nigga on sight, with my demons away
i got beautiful bitch n i walk like i'm rich
jus my morals and word, i don't break em for shit
ain't no foot on the brake, now am making em sick
you see the hood on my face, niggas want me to slip
name a time and a place, i'll be in line for the race
marijuan by the case and my mind on the money chase