Lyrics Lloyd Banks – Reborn

Chorus:
If we ain’t talkin’ money, what we talkin’ ’bout? (nothin’!)
If we ain’t talkin’ money, what we talkin’ ’bout? (nothin’!)
If we ain’t talkin’ money, what we talkin’ ’bout? (nothin’!)

Bridge:
Man I’m a whether bit green-in (yeah!) — so mama keep on winnin’ (yeah!)
And my box to the ceilin. (yeah!) — It’s feelin’ like the beginnin’. (yeah!)
Yo Game, you quitin’! (yeah!) — Hit it when you feel it (yeah!)
Nigga don’t gon’ make itself. (yeah!) — And I’m addicted to spend it. (yeah!)

Verse 1:
Cold and humble out the jungle at the same time (yeah!)
To many nigga swagger jacking had to change mine. (yeah!)
Fog Arenas lock — like LeBron at game time
Foreign petal pushing while you pushing on a train line. (yeah!)
They say I’m the next one! — heard it through the grape Vien (yeah!)
Magic with Vocals hate! — Murder’d over base, I’m,
Terrible with temper don’t be looking at my face grime (yeah!)
Burner on my waist line, send yo ass to space time!
Fly’s with you get money! — It’s slow without the dough
And I ain’t never a dummy! (naah!) — Won’t fall over a hoe.
I be splurging when I’m shopping cop’n all over the store (yeah!)
If I holla and she stop I’ll be popping in some more. (more!)
I been all around the world, yo’ block is like they block, (uh!)
Yo city like they city when I tour I bring it with me! (uh!)
Hennessy, Bacardi, mo’ E pouring til I’m dizzy
Baby call me with you cakin’! (caking!) — Cause I be money makin’! (makin’!) — bitch!

Chorus:
If we ain’t talkin’ money, what we talkin’ ’bout? (nothin’!)
If we ain’t talkin’ money, what we talkin’ ’bout? (nothin’!)

Bridge:
Man I’m a whether bit green-in (yeah!) — so mama keep on winnin’ (yeah!)
And my box to the ceilin. (yeah!) — It’s feelin’ like the beginnin’. (yeah!)
Yo Game, you quitin’! (yeah!) — Hit it when you feel it (yeah!)
Nigga don’t gon’ make itself. (yeah!) — And I’m addicted to spend it. (yeah!)

Verse 2:
Nigga I ain’t with the chitter! (naah!) — Miss me with the back and forth
Professional spitter! (uh!) — Cripsy in a platnium Porsch. (yeah!)
This is what they need to know they package off,
Pack the club, then pack truck up with Manhatten whores. (come on!)
Ones into fashion! — The style she got ain’t out the stores
A couple hours pass — baby girl was out her draws.
I had to fuck her cousin! (wha’?) — She shake like she making suit
Sells still buzzing (yeah!) and I’m boucing if it’s worth move (yeah!)
I’m super fly! — You lil’ niggaz erkel smooth
Beebee hell of ice’d out — red yellow purple jewels. (yeah!)
I’m over seas! — You don’t even got a Visa
Won’t switch for the switcher, cause fuck you, I don’t need ya.
Man, your bitch look like a creature! (eeoww!) — And mines a Mona Lisa. (ch’eah!)
A working art walking still hit and release her. (uh!)
A creeper! — Strung out his how I keep her. (yeeah!)
Dump’d out that’s how I leave her (yeeeah!)
I’m on the next, holdin’ the Gats! (yeah!) — Bitch!
gunshot

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