You Already Know Lyrics - Lloyd Banks

Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! 

You already know, my mind is on my dough 

A millionaire that won't spend a dollar on a ho 

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 

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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 niggas 

Yeah nigga hair 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' niggas 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 

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You already know, my mind is on my dough 

A millionaire that won't spend a dollar on a ho 

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 

Niggas 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 ho 

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 this block till the sun drop I don't have a home 

I will not stop, sellin rocks, thug till I'm gone 

Got a couple old schools and some iced out jewels 

Some G-Unit shoes, body 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 ho 

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