[Flame] 🔥 50 Cent - You Already Know Lyrics
[Intro: Lloyd Banks]
 Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!
[Hook: Lloyd Banks]
 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
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
 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
[Hook: Lloyd Banks]
 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
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
 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 for 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
[Hook: Lloyd Banks]
 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
[Verse 3: Young Buck]
 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
[Hook: Lloyd Banks]
 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
