Lloyd Banks, 50 Cent - Payback lyrics

50 Cent [Curtis James Jackson III]

[Lloyd Banks, 50 Cent - Payback lyrics]

I made my flow up at the corner store
Mad niggas rapping out here
I just want it more turn the music down
You can hear my stomach roar
Bagged a hundred bitches last year
Just bagged a hundred more
They hating but everything that
Goes comes back sticky green fun pack
Jewelry make me hump back
Back packers want that and they
Ain't bout the diamond shit
Goon gone commercial
Who the fuck you think you rhyming with
I got the drama, kid, and my Obama whip
Bitches running up on my stage, Lil Mama shit
Ugh, lil' mama thick, and my time is slim
Come bout thirty minutes after I
Put the condom in

I'm getting to the dough, Louie on my foot
Put the pedal to the floor
Is all a nigga know
Payback, don’t come around here disrespecting
We don't take that
I’m on my letters every second
And my hearts so cold
Man I don't trust a soul
It’s funny how the bullshit goes
You never know
Payback, don’t come around here disrespecting
We don't take that
I’m on my letters every second

They crown me with the punch hat, who better?
I hit red skins, smoke green
And spit blue pepper
Benz blue leather, jet cool weather
Cool meaning hot, so I don’t need the top
Calm down, breath and stop
Start and I’mma skip your pulse
Miss my life’s the shit
Calamari, shrimp, and boats
C notes, 5 Ferrari, different coast
I’mma suit's em up
Well I probably ain't gotta lift my toes
I shut my doors on ‘em like Jehova's witness
I done made it to the top like I said
I told you bitches
They don’t really want me they
Just want my riches
So motherfuck them all: friends, cousins
And sisters

I'm getting to the dough, Louie on my foot
Put the pedal to the floor
Is all a nigga know
Payback, don’t come around here disrespecting
We don't take that
I’m on my letters every second
And my hearts so cold
Man I don't trust a soul
It’s funny how the bullshit goes
You never know
Payback, don’t come around here disrespecting
We don't take that
I’m on my letters every second

I turn the club to TV
Come dancing with the stars
Then I’m in your ear, in her ear
Amping a menage nigga done made the money
But never knew how it felt
In a hundred pair of pants
Thats a hundred different belts
Stress kills, chronic helps
Pussy just for the moment
Balling like a Hornet, see I get it
I want it everybody knows
Heat hurts you got to show me first
Magician, but I can turn them to a Holy Ghost
You can bring two, three, four of them
The war's won
Tick tock boom, make ‘em all run, come on son
Big talk's just talk, I let my money bark
Put my Ferrari in park
Give them a running start
Go, cause I don’t feel a
Single drop of pressure
No, eagle strap a foreign guap collector
He better stop all the hate
He know my ends straight
I clap your girl make the bed break
Leak the sex tape

I'm getting to the dough, Louie on my foot
Put the pedal to the floor
Is all a nigga know
Payback, don’t come around here disrespecting
We don't take that
I’m on my letters every second
And my hearts so cold
Man I don't trust a soul
It’s funny how the bullshit goes
You never know
Payback, don’t come around here disrespecting
We don't take that
I’m on my letters every second

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