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Get It How I Live Lyrics - The Cold Corner 2 - Lloyd Banks

I got my eye on the profit, I'mma get it how I got it 

Get it how I live and you niggas can't stop it 

Ain't a shade for my shine, so the haters can't block it 

Better days on my mind, 

and paper is the topic 

We don't care about no hoes dawg, y'all can take 'em wit'cha 

See ya when I see ya, I ain't gon' miss ya 

'Fore I tip a bitch I know I'mma throw it on the strippers 

I already been rich, now I'm gon' get richer 

This is that motherfuckin music made for smokin 

Bitch keep your mind on that money, don't get caught up in your emotions 

I fuck her mouth until she chokin 

And she ain't talkin back no more, I got her gone off that potion 

She got, know I just point a finger and she pop top 

All over the highway in my fly-ass Bentley drop, stop 

You gettin outta line now, you don't know me miss 

You just gave me head, you better blow me kiss 

I chuck her deuces with the froze-y wrist 

"When you comin back in town?" Miss me with the nosy shit 

Mary Jane the only chick that I get cozy with 

Knockin 'em down, three at a time, posey shit 

They been hatin on my hustle, I'm supposed to trip 

45 my muscle as I touch you on a goalie tip 

Need to call her, fuck her, let the homies hit 

M.O.B 

. for life, boy you know this shit 

She gon' fuck me 'til I'm drained then I'm gone 

You thinkin you gon' come up on the Bank, bitch you're wrong 

You a punk, this ain't yo' song 

Take it from me, them bitches there when you're there, there when you're gone 

Uh, I'm gettin to it, not your ordinary rapper deal 

The package pop, she gettin slipped the morning-after pill 

Then I disappear, she probably snorin as I peel 

Fame'll get you while you're layin up and that's what's real 

Masterin when I'm smashin, got that mass appeal 

Uh-uh we ain't slippin, niggas trippin so we packin steel 

The weather breakin, I'mma push the Cadillac until 

Magnum block me from the spill, boy that cat can kill 

I give a fuck about a cop or catch an oil slick 

I done made it out, I'mma go enjoy this shit 

Hundred thousand in a drawer that make the lawyer flip 

Few more just for ballin out thinkin 'bout what new toy to get, uhh 

 

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