Lloyd Banks - Turnin You Into A Customer lyrics

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[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]

I'll show you how to do this dummy (Uh)

Watch me as I run through this money (Uh)

Even when its cloudy my jewels is sunny

Your girlfriend gets her knee bruises from me

The names Banks (Yea) I'm a million dollar nigga

we both rollin but my wheel a lil' bigger

I get mine if there's a will, then there's a way

And it won't be no tommorow if I don't hit today

I'm kind of tired and I ain't here to play

So if you don't cooperate then I ain't gon stay

I'm real flashy but I don't give a fuck

This shit cost to much money to keep it tucked

Most of these industry niggas is all butt

Talk but soon as you see them they ball up

We ridin round in that BM and the long truck

You see me in ya hood

my ghetto pass good

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I'll Turn U Into A Customer

I've been thinking all night about touchin ya (come here)

I'm tryin ta get this shit goin and you frontin

I'm from New York ma show A nigga somethin

My clothes are fresh my Bentley's clean

My knot's on swole I'm ready to roll

I'm blowing on green my whip's on lean

I just found another way to get that cream

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]

Looking at my Roley it's about that time

To snatch one of these bitches off that line

Man home girl must've lost her mind

Hoppin all around my interior design

I'm finnin to slide to the telly

Then it's 1, 2, right in ya belly

You might see me fly through in that Jag toy

You know what it is G-Unit and Bad Boy

My own mama used to say I wasn't shit

Now I'm rich mama don't remember shit (remember what?)

You little niggas couldn't handle what I smoke

It'll feel like I lit a candle in your throat

And I could understand Hammer gon blow

As soon as it gets cold, you're everybody's Cole

And when they ain't got no weed, you're everybody's smoke

And I'm everybody's favorite

The wrong one to play wit yeah!

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