Jumat, 11 November 2011

Lloyd Banks - Make It Stack Lyrics

Too much thinkin’
On top of that, I’m gettin’ high and drinkin’
I’m floatin’ on cloud 9, watchin’ these n-ggas sinkin’
No blinkin’, you blink too much, you lose your turn
Sleep is the cousin of death,
You might as well pick your urn
I been talkin’ my intentions,
Now it’s time to go and do it
Take you were I come from, that influence on my music
Ain’t no u-turns on this path, think before you choose it
Hold this autograph, come get your cash and try to use it
I came here unexpected, Ima leave a legend
Brought up in this hell, how I’m breathin’ heaven
I swear I fear I hear my ni**as laughin while I’m ballin’
Woke up this mornin’ the weed and alcohol callin’
Livin’ that life of a mac, kickin’ them hoes out off ‘em
Ask ‘em when they comin’ back, knowin’ that they done lost ‘em
Hit them bi**hes from the back, I ain’t want all the talkin’
Don’t be blown at my jack, flat line on that cat

Let’s get this money, then lets make it stack
Then lets make history, ‘cause they can’t take that back
Back to ballin’ and spendin’
Runnin’ up in these women,
Got a bi**h out the movie
Take a look how I’m livin’
And do you know what it took?
I take you back down the road,
Before the riches and bi**hes
And the platinum and gold
I got it all from the work, no contract in my soul
I don’t ball up and die, I bomb back on them hoes

Heat up in the winter, so I’m cooler come the summer
We out here, gamblin’ the ruger money sucker
PYT and all we up the cougar, Ima crush her
And I always been a rebel, never been a cuffer
You just talk it, you don’t does it
So all those who suffer, you so humble out in public
Computer make you tougher
I got Rosé by the bottle, bi**hes by the car load
6 or 7 new ones, I’m switchin’ up the mob
Bi**h I sleep in the Apollo, I’m always on stage
I should take my show to broadway
Cause that hallway like a grave
Can’t no bi**h get in my mind, so I know it’s physical
I kick out the dimes, I think I’m invincible
I climbed to the top, now I’m pissin’ off the pinnacle
I pray to God that I get rich, gettin’ money spiritual
Diamond in my physicals, that’s why Ima stand out
You don’t got your hand in, you just got you hand out

Let’s get this money, then lets make it stack
Then lets make history,
Cause they can’t take that back
Back to ballin’ and spendin’
Runnin’ up in these women, got a bi**h out the movie
Take a look how I’m livin’
And do you know what it took?
I take you back down the road,
Before the riches and bi**hes
And the platinum and gold
I got it all from the work, no contract in my soul
I don’t ball up and die, I bomb back on them hoes

I bomb back on them hoes...

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