Lloyd Banks - I Get Around lyrics

rate me

Why you leavin'?

Where you goin'?

When you comin' back?

Look, you don't pay one bill... you don't need to know all that.

Leave it there and don't come back

Rounds help or hurt you, you laughin' cause she a square

But you goin' 'round in a circle

So there ain't nothin' to work to, or work for

You trailin' by a landslide, you won't score

When in denial it hurts more

I'm in and out, it's safer

Cause that could fuck witcha time

Especially when you 'bout cha paper

And I'm out here on the grind

Never really had that thing that I can call my own

Just a phone book that I can call to bone

All alone, stuck inside of this baller zone

The baddest ones are fallin' now, money is a strong cologne

I prefer Benjamins

Ex's smell the guap, wanna be friends again

Not to mention I'm hot as the Benz I'm in

Tell ya girl to mind her own

The same bitch givin' advice is prolly down to bone

And the pussy mileage long

Ballin', alchohol'in, still fuckin' em for the fuck of it

Money over everything, doubt if I get enough of it

I ain't the clown, I get around

Makin' love just make the money come slow, I got to go

Ringer woke me out my sleep, "Bank's, I'm pregnant"

And I'm like "Bitch you crazy... like I'm the only one you spread ya legs with"

You know I hit the exit

Just cause ya life a mess, you want my life to mess with?

You discouraged and depressed, I had the jimmy on EXTRA tight

And not every now and then, either

EVERY NIGHT, just in case of petty spite

Now that there ain't NEVER right

Now that you ain't here, I'm good

Driftin' off my satellite, back to ya spot in the hood

Spoiled rotten ain't good, no dedications

Dumb, watchin' mine like you an accountant

Go 'head and make you some

Call me whatchu want baby, just call me after 1

Durin' "get it poppin'" hours, maybe we can have some fun

Three-some, we drink, we fuck, we cum

We sleep, then wake up and make a fuckin' re-run

We done, there can only be one

I'm a player, and my mind is on my money

See you 6 months later

Ballin', alchohol'in, still fuckin' em for the fuck of it

Money over everything, doubt if I get enough of it

I ain't the clown, I get around

Makin' love just make the money come slow, I got to go