A brand new jam titled "Make It Stack" by American rapper and member of the rap group G-Unit, Lloyd Banks. The track is expected to be featured in Lloyd Banks's upcoming mixtape 'Cold Corner 2' dropping really soon. Radio friendly tune. Nice beat.
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Lloyd Banks Make It Stack Lyrics :-
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[Lloyd Banks - Verse 1]
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 n-ggas 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 b-tches from the back, I ain’t want all the talkin’
Don’t be blown at my jack, flat-line on that cat
[Hook]
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 b-tch out the movie
Take a look how I’m livin’
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And do you know what it took?
I take you back down the road, before the riches and b-tches
And the platinum and gold
I got it all from the work, no contract in my soul
I don’t ball/bawl up and die, I bomb back on them hoes
[Lloyd Banks - Verse 2]
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, b-tches by the car-load
6 or 7 new ones, I’m switchin’ up the mob
b-tch 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 b-tch 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 (son)
[Hook]
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 b-tch 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 b-tches
And the platinum and gold
I got it all from the work, no contract in my soul
I don’t ball/bawl up and die, I bomb back on them hoes
I bomb back on them hoes (x4)
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