Make Money Lyrics - Lloyd Banks

You need it, go get it 

7 days committed 

You need it, go get it 

7 days committed, n-gga 

Make money, make money, make money 

Make money, make money, make money 

Make money, make money, make money 

Make money, make money, make money 

Make money, damn if they gon take it from me 

Super swag, bet I get ya naked hunny 

You know my stump ground, South Jamaica dummy 

Aint no comp round, 6 or 7 acres counting 

They made I got in, never shoot or let me do 

Body full of diamonds, hoppin' out the Bentley coupe 

Crime high, I'm climbin', the other pockets empty crew 

N-ggas thought I died then, call me Mackavelli blue 

Red and green stripes, diamond ear squares 

Screaming twin pumps, right off the Lear stairs 

I give a f-cka bout a b-tch you a care bear 

Heart pumpin', anti freeze as I stand here 

Punch a Cotto, nightclubs bunch of photos 

Run up on me like a dolo when I'm thumping dolo 

(?), bigger dollar signs than lowlow 

Twenty stacks off a Polo when I go on promo 

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Make money, even though it don't make me 

It takes me somewhere you gon need an AC 

They chase me, cause my neck is clear as HD 

You can't see, baby I'm in money waist deep 

You should f-ck with me, I'mma be that n-gga 

How ya gon start acting funny when I get bigger 

F-ck the awards, I'd rather buy me a coupe 

Nothing needed, do it all for the loot 

We here to make money 

Make money, make money 

Take money, take money, take money 

Great money, in and out of state money 

Weight mopney, Benjamin's straight money 

Flat party, I'm steamrolling everybody 

Maserati, riding is my kind of hobby 

White Ferrari, player pressed for p-ssy hardy 

Aint no probably, she leave's I'ma get a doggy 

Bank's aka ya got nothing for me, 

Photos 

Show me 30 40 more MC's later they will bore me 

Delivery semi auti, styles I'll never story 

Bout a thousand they will call me I'ma different category 

You playing big, riding round in your family crib 

Look at your rib, roc boys understand the kid 

We handle sh-t, play with me get your candles lit, smoked 

Ashes out the window of a brand new six 

Don't look behind me, move me, you and what army 

Armed with Armani, Christian Dior whole army 

You owe me sorry's, making money, living calmly 

Nicki got me f-cking Barbies, cousin's and aunt's 

Make money, even though it don't make me 

It's takes me somewhere you gon need an AC 

They chase me, cause my neck is clear as HD 

You can't see, baby I'm in money waist deep 

You should f-ck with me, I'mma be that n-gga 

How ya gon start acting funny when I get bigger 

F-ck the awards, I'd rather buy me a coupe 

Nothing needed, do it all for the loot 

We here to make money 

Make money, make money 

Take money, take money, take money 

Great money, in and out of state money 

Weight mopney, Benjamin's straight money 

You need it, go get it 

7 days committed 

You need it, go get it 

7 days committed, n-gga 

Make money, make money, make money 

Make money, make money, make money 

Make money, make money, make money 

Make money, make money, make money