Money Don’t Matter Lloyd Banks

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[Chorus: male singer]
I got my hands all over your girl
Man, I'm rocking her world and she loves me
You can buy everything she loves
But you can't buy hers with your money
She on E when she fucking with me
I got her up in the V, getting nasty
I got her shaking all way down to her knees
I get it all for free, holla at me

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Mister I ain't never gave a fuck about a girl
I'm ghetto, I'm thorough, I'm repping my borough
I'm out of my mind, girl my mind's on dinero
Probably thinking I'm the one
Tired of riding with a zero, zeroed up
I only hear chains, don't hear no slut
Red rose matching my clothes, don't wear no cup
Headphones, channel my zone, she won't shut up
Dead tone, turn off my phone and roll one up
I'm getting to the paper, that's why I can't take ya
You mix business with pleasure, you're sliding down a danger
Girl, never mind the minor, 'cause I'ma do it major
They fine but you finer and I'm hotter than a laser
Lay 20 bitches down, stomp their pussy
You gon' have to peel it off the ground
I wanna knock 'em down though, I will it with my crown
It's just me and you nobody here to hear the sound
It gets scary when I pound, now