Lloyd Banks - Payback (P`s And Q`s) (Feat. 50 Cent) Lyrics:
I meet my forb at the corner store
Me and ni**az 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 hatin` but everything that goes
Comes back sticky green fun pack
Jewellery make me hump back

Back packers want that
And they ain`t `bout the diamonds s**t
He gon` commercial
Who the f**k you think you rhyming with?

I got the drama kid and my Obama whip
Bitches running up on my stage, `lil` mama s**t
`Lil` mama thick and my time is slim
Come `bout thirty minutes after I put the condom in

I`m gettin` to the dough
Louie on my foot
Put the metal to the floor
Is all a ni**a know

Payback, don`t come around here disrespecting
We don`t take that
I`m on my leathers every second

And my hearts so cold and I don`t trust a soul
It`s funny how the bulls**t goes you never know
Payback don`t come around here disrespecting
We don`t take that
I`m on my leathers 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, breathe and stop
Start and I`ma skip your pulse
Mister, my life`s the s**t
Calamari shrimp and boats

C-notes, 5 Ferrari, different coast
I`ma suits `em up, probably ain`t gotta lift my toes
I shut my dogs on `em like Jehova 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 motherf**k the law
Friends, cousins and sisters

I`m gettin` to the dough
Louie on my foot
Put the metal to the floor
Is all a ni**a know

Payback, don`t come around here disrespecting
We don`t take that
I`m on my leathers every second

And my hearts so cold and I don`t trust a soul
Its funny how the bulls**t goes you never know
Payback don`t come around here disrespecting
We don`t take that
I`m on my leathers every second

I turn the club to TV, come dancing with the stars
Than I`m in ya ear, in her ear, amping a ménage
Ni**a make the money, but never knew how it felt
In a hundred pair pants, that`s a hundred different belts

Dress kills, chronic helps, pussy just for the moment
Ballin` like a Hornet, see I get it, I want it
Everybody knows, heat hurts, she got to show me first
Magician, but I can turn them to a Holy Ghost

You can bring two, three, four of them, the wars won
Tick-tock boom, make `em all run, come on, son
Big talks 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, he go strap 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 gettin` to the dough
Louie on my foot
Put the metal to the floor
Is all a ni**a know

Payback, don`t come around here disrespecting
We don`t take that
I`m on my leathers every second

And my hearts so cold and I don`t trust a soul
Its funny how the bulls**t goes you never know
Payback don`t come around here disrespecting
We don`t take that
I`m on my leathers every second

I`m gettin` to the dough
Louie on my foot
Put the metal to the floor, is all a ni**a know

Payback, don`t come around here disrespecting
We don`t take that
I`m on my leathers every second

And my hearts so cold and I don`t trust a soul
Its funny how the bulls**t goes you never know
Payback don`t come around here disrespecting
We don`t take that
I`m on my leathers every second

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