You Already Know (Remix)
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Uh... Uh... Uh... Uh... Uh... Uh... You already know, my mind is on my dough A millionaire, don't spend a dollar on a hoe I'm still in here, tryin' to get a model out the door High, blowin' bottle after bottle of that dro Slidin' on a roll, 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 door If you ain't with the program, ma you got to go (go) I move like there's popo behind me Cocoa inside me, so cold and grimey 44 beside me, hoes know to find me Where ever there's money, yeah i'm the shit honey (whoo) Hood nigga with that rubberband brick money If I go broke, I'll make you and your man strip dummy Yeah nigga, you don't want it with them, there bigger Cross us, your on something, weed, their liquor, scared nigga, here trigger Teflon, chest gone, G's Up, freeze up and you'll end up in your lawn It's the protege of Fitty (uh huh) Inspired by Biggie (uh huh) Burns more then Ziggie (uh huh) The little niggas dig me (whooo) I've been stressed out lately, so i'm smokin' more than ever Dead smack in the hood, good pokin' out my leather I'm a goodfella 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, don't spend a dollar on a hoe I'm still in here, tryin' to get a model out the door High, blowin' bottle after bottle of that dro Slidin' on a roll, 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 door If you ain't with the program, ma you got to go (go) I'm fresh in my two thousand six whip Cool down or sip brick Fool around and get hit Move down the strip quick Two pounds of drip drip Smokin' like its legal Me and my Desert Eagle All the hos eyein' When the whip come by flyin' Got a hustler's ambition to get rich or die tryin' And that other guys lyin' He just lookin' he ain't buyin' He ain't flyin' He ain't cakin' Everybody know he fakin' I should let the hood bake him But I'm takin' him right to Satan Just for hatin' Leave him scrapin' And run him over with a Dayton And burn rubber like the back tires on the leer Sapphires in my ear Yeah thats why they stare Yeah thats why they glare I'm icy as it gets With a white tee in the six And your wifey in the Ritz If its junk in the trunk I pull over and roll the blunt And I shouldn't have to tell her what I want You already know, my mind is on my dough A millionaire, don't spend a dollar on a hoe I'm still in here, tryin' to get a model out the door High, blowin' bottle after bottle of that dro Slidin' on a roll, 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 door If you ain't with the program, ma you got to go (go)
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