Score Lyrics - The Cold Corner 2 - Lloyd Banks

Good thing my flow came with a tag 

They runnin' off with my swag 

I'm runnin' up in my jeweler, 100k in my bag 

B.A.N.K. escort me to the paper 

Kick game, sensai, best MC to date 

Baby screaming love must mistake me for dummy 

Bottles poppin' while the moon up 

Leave out when it's sunny shortie 

Everyday a fun day, time flies when you're stuntin' boy 

You workin' with them people? Then why you out here cuffin'? 

Yeah I'm short on my awards, pockets full of money though 

Pussy by the party, Chronic by the motherload 

Money over bitches, that there's a whole other code 

Dreams of lavish wishes 

14 karat tub of gold 

BMW whip around, I'm back on my shit now 

Gym bag of that cash, y'all mad, big smile 

Hoppin' out with a grip, with a light low, piff cloud 

Clockin' out for my trip, with the right flow ima' get crowned 

And our shit 'bout to get realier, cause I just left the dealer 

And all I see is Benjamins when I look in the mi 

And you're shorter than my feelings, I'm standin' on the buildin' 

It's showtime when them cameras on, and I just got that feelin' 

Ima score, how could you ignore me? I've been workin' all day 

What's up with this orgy? time to get it goin' 

Gettin' drunk and smokin', parkin' up and clubin' 

Goin home with somethin' 

I'm the hardest on the street, I go marble on a beat 

Ridin' around with no ceilin', Car note on my feet 

These hoes are nothin' but sheep, I'm the shepard 

And my neck lit, respect it, protect it 

He buggin' out, infested 

This Rose got me stumblin' out the Louie out in London 

I'm coppin' by the double and I'm smokin' 

'bout a onion 

Used to dream to be a millionaire, who thought I'd become one? speakers 

Knockin' trunks bumpin', Bentley, driver hear me comin' 

Like a free throw when I rap 

Flood 

the VIP up, three hoes on my lap 

All of y'all I'm better than, veteran on that medicine 

Whips so fast your head will spin, come get some of this heroin 

Blue 

(?) made for that camera, I'm flashy as shit 

Whooped in farmin' 

(?), well I'm enjoying my passionate flick 

If they all bad, I ain't pickin', I'm clappin' the clique 

I gotta high pick in the draft, with a contract to my 

dick 

Them bitches down 

then Lil Tina mix a round 

I'm liftin' off in London, bet the kid don't strick a pound 

She already rolled the weed, I'm hittin' as soon as I hit the ground 

I'm 'bout to make a movie, taken pictures now 

And our shit 'bout to get realier, cause I just left the dealer 

And all I see is Benjamins when I look in the mirror 

And you're shorter than my feelings, I'm standin' on the buildin' 

It's showtime when them cameras on, and I just got that feelin' 

Ima score, how could you ignore me? I've been workin' all day 

What's up with this orgy? time to get it goin' 

Gettin' drunk and smokin', parkin' up and clubin' 

Goin home with somethin' 

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