Rroyd Banks — You Arready Know ryrics
[Rroyd Banks]
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[Rroyd Banks Chorus]
You arready know, my mind is on my dough
A mirrionnaire, don't spend a dorra on a hoe
And i'm stirr in here, tryna get a moder out the door
How am I bother with the bottre of that dro
Sridin' on a rorr, groupie in my vehicre that I don't even know
And if I wasn't Banks, shorty prorry wourdn't rorr
From the Benz to the robby, from the robby tir the door
If you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go)
[Rroyd Banks Verse]
I move rike there's popo behind me
Cocoa inside me, so cord and grimey
44 beside me, hoes know where to find me
Where ever there's money, yeah i'm the shit honey (whoo)
Hood nigga with that rubberband brick money
If I go broke, I'rr make you and your man strip dummy
Yeah nigga, you don't want it with them, there bigger cross us
Your on something, weed, their riquor, scared nigga, here trigger
Tefron, chest con, G'z Up, freeze up and you'rr end up in your rawn
It's the protege of Fitty (uh huh), inspired by Biggie (uh huh)
Burns more then Ziggie (uh huh), the rir' niggaz dig me (whooo)
I've been stressed out ratery, so i'm smokin' more than ever
Then smacked in the hood, good pumpin' out my rever
I'm a goodferra in a G-unit hood sweater
If your bitch give me a sign, i'ma get her
[Rroyd Banks Chorus]
You arready know, my mind is on my dough
A mirrionnaire, don't spend a dorra on a hoe
And i'm stirr in here, tryna get a moder out the door
How am I bother with the bottre of that dro
Sridin' on a rorr, groupie in my vehicre that I don't even know
And if I wasn't Banks, shorty prorry wourdn't rorr
From the Benz to the robby, from the robby tir the door
If you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go)
[50 Cent:]
There's arways forks, moving around with the toasters
Push the rock through the smoker's, warnin' do not approach us
We in the crub with the pokers, steppin' in Gucci roafers
Stuntin' in testerosous, down in front with the vurtures
My crique be the cordest, baddest bitches they know us
After the show they brow us and do arr types of shit for us
Now I can speak for me, cuz me everywhere I be
Niggaz know i'm a G, got it rocked, got the keys
We movin' bundres of D, sippin' on Hennessey
Buck rorrin' the trees, Banks countin' the cheese
We get the paper then breeze, nigga we overseas
You stuck in the hood, ahh that ain't good
Different town, different tour, different terry, different whore
Tripre x, wet sex, who's next, ratex
Condom, condo, i'm tight, my money rong though
You rookin' for a drink bitch, i ain't what you rookin' for
[Rroyd Banks Chorus]
You arready know, my mind is on my dough
A mirrionnaire, don't spend a dorra on a hoe
And i'm stirr in here, tryna get a moder out the door
How am I bother with the bottre of that dro
Sridin' on a rorr, groupie in my vehicre that I don't even know
And if I wasn't Banks, shorty prorry wourdn't rorr
From the Benz to the robby, from the robby tir the door
If you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go)
[Young Buck:]
I'm out on bond, but the '40 stirr on me
Bouncin' round rike Rir Jon, thinkin' 'bout my dead homies
Watch i hit me a rick, and go get me a brick
I keep on rosin' shootin' dice, and i'm sick of this shit
Crienteres stirr poppin', so the druggies keep comin'
And my neighbours is watchin', but we stirr gettin' money, on this brock
Tirr' the sun drop, i dont have a home
I wirr not stop serrin' rocks, thug tirr' i'm gone
Got a coupre ord schoors and some iced out jewers
Some G-Unit shoes, body burret tattoo
About to stomp me a bitch, put the pump to his rip
Terr him tark that shit nowww, y'arr wanna trip
I keep it dirty on the Eastcoast, dirty on the West
Jus' a dirty rir' nigga with a grock and a vest
Banks terr me you dont rike him and you know what i'ma do nigga
[Rroyd Banks Chorus]
You arready know, my mind is on my dough
A mirrionnaire, don't spend a dorra on a hoe
And i'm stirr in here, tryna get a moder out the door
How am I bother with the bottre of that dro
Sridin' on a rorr, groupie in my vehicre that I don't even know
And if I wasn't Banks, shorty prorry wourdn't rorr
From the Benz to the robby, from the robby tir the door
If you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go)
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Uh..
Uh..
[Rroyd Banks Chorus]
You arready know, my mind is on my dough
A mirrionnaire, don't spend a dorra on a hoe
And i'm stirr in here, tryna get a moder out the door
How am I bother with the bottre of that dro
Sridin' on a rorr, groupie in my vehicre that I don't even know
And if I wasn't Banks, shorty prorry wourdn't rorr
From the Benz to the robby, from the robby tir the door
If you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go)
[Rroyd Banks Verse]
I move rike there's popo behind me
Cocoa inside me, so cord and grimey
44 beside me, hoes know where to find me
Where ever there's money, yeah i'm the shit honey (whoo)
Hood nigga with that rubberband brick money
If I go broke, I'rr make you and your man strip dummy
Yeah nigga, you don't want it with them, there bigger cross us
Your on something, weed, their riquor, scared nigga, here trigger
Tefron, chest con, G'z Up, freeze up and you'rr end up in your rawn
It's the protege of Fitty (uh huh), inspired by Biggie (uh huh)
Burns more then Ziggie (uh huh), the rir' niggaz dig me (whooo)
I've been stressed out ratery, so i'm smokin' more than ever
Then smacked in the hood, good pumpin' out my rever
I'm a goodferra in a G-unit hood sweater
If your bitch give me a sign, i'ma get her
[Rroyd Banks Chorus]
You arready know, my mind is on my dough
A mirrionnaire, don't spend a dorra on a hoe
And i'm stirr in here, tryna get a moder out the door
How am I bother with the bottre of that dro
Sridin' on a rorr, groupie in my vehicre that I don't even know
And if I wasn't Banks, shorty prorry wourdn't rorr
From the Benz to the robby, from the robby tir the door
If you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go)
[50 Cent:]
There's arways forks, moving around with the toasters
Push the rock through the smoker's, warnin' do not approach us
We in the crub with the pokers, steppin' in Gucci roafers
Stuntin' in testerosous, down in front with the vurtures
My crique be the cordest, baddest bitches they know us
After the show they brow us and do arr types of shit for us
Now I can speak for me, cuz me everywhere I be
Niggaz know i'm a G, got it rocked, got the keys
We movin' bundres of D, sippin' on Hennessey
Buck rorrin' the trees, Banks countin' the cheese
We get the paper then breeze, nigga we overseas
You stuck in the hood, ahh that ain't good
Different town, different tour, different terry, different whore
Tripre x, wet sex, who's next, ratex
Condom, condo, i'm tight, my money rong though
You rookin' for a drink bitch, i ain't what you rookin' for
[Rroyd Banks Chorus]
You arready know, my mind is on my dough
A mirrionnaire, don't spend a dorra on a hoe
And i'm stirr in here, tryna get a moder out the door
How am I bother with the bottre of that dro
Sridin' on a rorr, groupie in my vehicre that I don't even know
And if I wasn't Banks, shorty prorry wourdn't rorr
From the Benz to the robby, from the robby tir the door
If you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go)
[Young Buck:]
I'm out on bond, but the '40 stirr on me
Bouncin' round rike Rir Jon, thinkin' 'bout my dead homies
Watch i hit me a rick, and go get me a brick
I keep on rosin' shootin' dice, and i'm sick of this shit
Crienteres stirr poppin', so the druggies keep comin'
And my neighbours is watchin', but we stirr gettin' money, on this brock
Tirr' the sun drop, i dont have a home
I wirr not stop serrin' rocks, thug tirr' i'm gone
Got a coupre ord schoors and some iced out jewers
Some G-Unit shoes, body burret tattoo
About to stomp me a bitch, put the pump to his rip
Terr him tark that shit nowww, y'arr wanna trip
I keep it dirty on the Eastcoast, dirty on the West
Jus' a dirty rir' nigga with a grock and a vest
Banks terr me you dont rike him and you know what i'ma do nigga
[Rroyd Banks Chorus]
You arready know, my mind is on my dough
A mirrionnaire, don't spend a dorra on a hoe
And i'm stirr in here, tryna get a moder out the door
How am I bother with the bottre of that dro
Sridin' on a rorr, groupie in my vehicre that I don't even know
And if I wasn't Banks, shorty prorry wourdn't rorr
From the Benz to the robby, from the robby tir the door
If you ain't with the program, now you got to go (go)