[Intro: Lloyd Banks]
Yeah! Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah!!!
Uh! Yeah my music 'bout the money
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah!
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Uh! I meet my Forbes at the corner store
The way you n***as rappin out here, I just want it more
Turn the music down you can hear my stomach roar
Bagged a hundred b**hes last year just bagged a hundred more
They hatin, But everything that goes comes back
Sticky green funpack j**elry make me hump back
Backpackers want that, and it ain't about the diamonds
sh**! Home or commercial who the f** you think you rhymin with?!
I got the drama kit, on my Obama whip
b**hes runnin up on my stage, Lil' Mama sh**
And lil' mama thick, and my time was slim
Gone by thirty minutes after I put the condom in
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I'm gettin to dough, Louis on my foot put the pedal to the flo'
That's all a n***a know!!!
[Lloyd Banks]
Payback!!! Don't come around here disrespectin
We don't take that!!! I'm on my letters every second
[50 Cent]
And my heart so cold, man I don't trust a soul
Surely know the bullsh** goes you never know
[Lloyd Banks]
Payback!!! Don't come around here disrespectin
We don't take that!!! I'm on my letters every second
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
They crown me with the punch hat who better?!
I hit Redskins, smoke green and spit blue pepper
(UH!) Benz blue leather (UH!) Jet cool weather
(UH!) Cool meanin hot, so I don't need the top
Calm down breathin stop I start I'm a skip your pulse
Mr. life's the sh** Calamari shrimp and boats
C-notes, fly Ferrari different coast
Ma**euse and butler I probably ain't gotta lift my toes
I shut my doors on 'em like Jehovah's witness
I done made it to the top like I said, I told you b**hes
They don't really want me they just want my riches
So I'm a f** 'em all, friends, cousins and sisters
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I'm gettin to dough, Louis on my foot put the pedal to the flo'
That's all a n***a know!!!
[Lloyd Banks]
Payback!!! Don't come around here disrespectin
We don't take that!!! I'm on my letters every second
[50 Cent]
And my heart so cold, man I don't trust a soul
Surely know the bullsh** goes you never know
[Lloyd Banks]
Payback!!! Don't come around here disrespectin
We don't take that!!! I'm on my letters every second
[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
I turn the club to TV and come Dancing With The Stars
Then I'm in your ear, in her ear, ampin the menage (Yeah)
n***as they made their money but never knew how it felt
(UH!) In a hundred pairs of pants thats a hundred pairs of belts
Stress k**s chronic helps, p**y is for the moment
Ballin like a hornet, see it get it I want it
Everybody know heat hurts you gotta show me first
Magician, but I can turn 'em to a Holy Ghost
You can bring two, three, four of them the war is won
Tip top 'gon make 'em all run, come on son
Think talk just talk, I let my money bark
Put my Ferrari in park, give 'em a runnin start
GO!!! 'Cause I don't feel a single drop of pressure
NO!!! Eagles drop a foreign gwop collector
He better stop pull ahead, he knows my ends straight
I'll clap your girl make the bed break leak the s** tape
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I'm gettin to dough, Louis on my foot put the pedal to the flo'
That's all a n***a know!!!
[Lloyd Banks]
Payback!!! Don't come around here disrespectin
We don't take that!!! I'm on my letters every second
[50 Cent]
And my heart so cold, man I don't trust a soul
Surely know the bullsh** goes you never know
[Lloyd Banks]
Payback!!! Don't come around here disrespectin
We don't take that!!! I'm on my letters every second
[50 Cent]
I'm gettin to dough, Louis on my foot put the pedal to the flo'
That's all a n***a know!!!
[Lloyd Banks]
Payback!!! Don't come around here disrespectin
We don't take that!!! I'm on my letters every second
[50 Cent]
And my heart so cold, man I don't trust a soul
Surely know the bullsh** goes you never know
[Lloyd Banks]
Payback!!! Don't come around here disrespectin
We don't take that!!! I'm on my letters every second
[Outro: Lloyd Banks]
It's still M.O.B. though!!!
Yeah! Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah!!!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah!!!