You Already Know (feat. 50 Cent & Young Buck)

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 tryna get a model out the door

High blowing bottle after bottle of that 'dro

Sliding 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 door

If you ain't with the program, ma, you got to  go

I move like it's popo behind me, coco inside me

So cold and grimy, .44 beside me

Hoes know to find me, where there's money

Yeah I'm the shit, honey

Hood **** with that rubber band, brick money

If I go broke, I make you and your man strip, dummy

Yeah, ****, you don't want it with them, they're bigger

Cross us, you're on something, we bare ****

Scared ****, hair trigger, teflon, chest gone

G's up, freeze up and you'll end up on your lawn

It's the protege of fifty, inspired by Biggie

Burns more than Ziggy, them lil' **** dig me

I been stressed out lately, so I'm smoking more than ever

Dead smack in the hood, good poking out my leather

I'm a Good Fella, in a G-Unit hood sweater

If your bitch give me a sign, I'ma get her

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 tryna get a model out the door

High blowing bottle after bottle of that 'dro

Sliding 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 door

If you ain't with the program, ma, you got to go

'Cause we're always focused, we move around with the toasters

Push the rock to the smokers, warning do not approach us

We in the club with the pokers, stepping in Gucci loafers

Stunting in Testerossas, styling in front of vultures

Ma quickly to call us, baddest bitches, they know us

After the shows, they blow us and do all types of shit for us

Now I can speak for me 'cause me everywhere I be

**** know I'm a G, got it locked, got the keys

We move from bundles to D, sipping on Hennessy

Buck rolling the trees, Banks counting the cheese

We get the paper then breeze, ****, 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 looking for a drink, bitch, I ain't what you looking 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 tryna get a model out the door

High blowing bottle after bottle of that 'dro

Sliding 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 door

If you ain't with the program, ma, you got to go

I'm out on bond but the forty still on me

Bouncing round like Lil Jon, thinking 'but my dead homies

Watch I hit me a lick, ain't gon' get me a brick

I keep on losing, shooting dice, and I'm sick of this shit

Clientele still popping so the junkies keep coming

And my neighbors is watching, but we still getting money

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

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

Got a couple old schools and some iced out jewels

Some G-Unit shoes, body full of tattoos

'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 **** with a Glock and a vest

Banks tell me you don't like 'em and you know what I'ma do, ****

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 tryna get a model out the door

High blowing bottle after bottle of that 'dro

Sliding 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 door

If you ain't with the program, ma, you got to go