The name's Banks! The boy wonder man   stack and a rubber band, gat in the other hand      [Lloyd Banks]   These lil niggas dont move me, go watch a movie   im too smooth, white prada shoes with the dooey   i spin ya fuckin neck when i speed the thru   the ceilin is see-thru, all you top billin off of me too   you might as well give ya money to me shorty   cant dance in the strip club when your 40   come here, i show you how to get it if you with it   if you let me i can teach you how to take it to the top   with a bottle of Cris lady youll be naked on the spot   gassed up from the conversation in the drop   it wont be gifts or vacation to the trop's   this hard dick bubble gum stake him in the pots   i got a brand new semi out the box   just in case a nigga think he smooth enuff to sneak in   youll be one eyed shorter from the slaughter   and ill be on the yacht round water out in Florida   fuck the drama wassup, ya hammers in the truck   u butt, so chill or ima have to fuck you up for real   cristal bottle in ya grill, ill   youll be in ground before glass teeth and blood spill   they all know im a threat hoppin out the Lex   i got a bitch for every letter in the alphabet   like Aron and Brandy, Cary and Donna   Erica and Felicia i nicknamed her Gabbana   light skinned Heather i met her around the way   and theres a few names that i aint suppose to say   so ima skip to J, 'cause Jasmine and Jeniffer   jaw bone in, Jessica come runs by the messenger   they all know when it come to the hoes    i get em down and they on under clothes, in them bundlelobes   nah i dont need an umbrella the car come with those   and to get one of those, youll need 100 shows   im all summer froze, so the gun exposed   ill gun butt ya fucker, heres a bloody nose   yea that was yo bitch, but the dummy chose   yea im grimy as fuck you got to love it tho   shorty caught feelings after i stroked her so what   take a picture write a book call Oprah Blow Up"   youll find a ice pic in a flow   with a coke colored coupe white whip in the snow   me and the bread bandin like a pimp and a hoe   like smoker or the pipe like the coke on the phypes    i dont continue nothin im the stroker her on the night   on the sofa or the floor, hoe chokin off the mic   like Banks i dont usually do, well they usually do   and theyll all learn to like it you get used to it too   niggas starin at my chain 'cause it use to be blue   but i changed like you, deuce deuce in his shoe    im on kush, cranberry juice goose and im thru   then its back to the mansion to do what i do   im back nigga, this is part 2   the hunger for more money im right at ya door dummy   ?? pops bottles up, nigga im by the buck   dont look at the Ferrari you cant even buy the truck   ya boy fresh out the hood and he hot as fuck   on a hunt for the cheese, keep ya ricatta tucked   they on that plottin shit, right in the lobby shit   run up in my yard and run around with the shoddy shit   family members identified in a body shit   'cause it been so long, that John Gotti shit   im in the 2-0-0 Maserati whip   concrete colored Mclaren its a hobby shit      HAHAH AAAHHHHHH!!!!! SEE YOU NIGGAS ON TOP MAN