Released on November 7, 2011

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[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]

Too much thinking, on top of that, I'm getting high and drinking

I'm floating on cloud 9, watching these niggas sinking

No blinking, you blink too much, you lose your turn

Sleep is the cousin of death, you might as well pick your urn

I been talking 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, I'mma leave a legend

Brought up in this hell, how I'm breathing heaven

I swear I fear I hear my niggas laughing while I'm balling

Woke up this morning the weed and alcohol calling

Living that life of a Mac, kicking them hoes out often

Ask 'em when they coming back, knowing that they done lost 'em

Hit them bitches from the back, I ain't want all the talking

Don't be blowing up my jack, flat line on that cat


[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]

Let's get this money, then let's make it stack

Then let's make history cause they can't take that back

Back to balling and spending, running up in these women

Got a bitch out the movie, take a look how I'm living

And do you know what it took? I take you back down the road

Before the riches and bitches 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


[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]

I'm tryna buy my soul from Satan, I can't keep up with payments

Strange writings on the wall got me feeling like a cavemen

Call that shit the "Days Inn," life is so degrading

But to my last statement, I keep praying 'til it's "Amen"

Top is where I'm aiming, left the way I came in

I'ma keep on raving 'til them islands is the Caymens

And my bitch from Mexico, she don't know she next to go

Suit yourself, then screw yourself! Shoot yourself, Plaxico!

Bang, bang! Thought you were a giant

Couldn't hear the mournings, but I bet you hear them sirens

First I close my eyelids, then everything is quiet

I could go out in silence, but I would prefer the riot

I catch the first star with my fist raised, Versace shades, my french braids

Had sick chains since 6th grade, safe to say we've been slaved

These niggas tryna shoot me! These crackers tryna sue me!

Wake up to your favourite actresses, my life is like a movie, boy!


[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]

Let's get this money, then let's make it stack

Then let's make history cause they can't take that back

Back to balling and spending, running up in these women

Got a bitch out the movie, take a look how I'm living

And do you know what it took? I take you back down the road

Before the riches and bitches 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


[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]

Heat up in the winter, so I'm cooler come the summer

We out here, gambling Aruba money, sucka

P.Y.T. all the way up to cougar, I'mma 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, bitches by the car-load

6 or 7 new ones, I'm switching up the tomorrow

Bitch 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 bitch 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 pissing off the pinnacle

I pray to God that I get rich, getting money spiritual

Diamond in my physicals, that's why I'mma stand out

You don't got your hand in, you just got you hand out, son


[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]

Let's get this money, then let's make it stack

Then let's make history cause they can't take that back

Back to balling and spending, running up in these women

Got a bitch out the movie, take a look how I'm living

And do you know what it took? I take you back down the road

Before the riches and bitches 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