Lyrics Lloyd Banks – Stuntin’

9 seconds instrumental

Intro:
YEAH!
New York City…

Verse 1:
Uh! — Pull your camera phone out, you can shoot your first movie! (uhh!)
I’m headed for the Louie, and I got ’em showin’ booty. (uhh!)
The dough did somethin’ to me. (to me!) — I count it in my ‘cuzzi; (uhh!)
Envision cancoon, clean and spick and span room! (whooooooh-ooooooooohh!)
Kaboom! — Bentley bangin’ bass while I zoom, (yeeaah!)
I’m leavin’ out a threesome and it’s just the afternoon. (yeah!)
I told her I was cummin’ and she made it to the spoon, (huh?)
I put my shit back on and told her I’d see her soon;
Zooom! (zooom!) — I’m sharp as a harpoon. — Ya doomed!
Brave dog barkin’ at the moon, — bafoon. (uhh!)
Just screw ’em! — The heater make ’em curl in a cacoon, (uhh!)
Ya ruined! — I spark my blunt back up, high and zoom! (uuuuuuh-oooooooooooooohhhh!)
I’m hot as late June and July, know I fly, (flyy!)
I hit your favorite nightclub and eyeball all the spies. (yeeah!)
And my evenin’ never dry, I can actually get by, (by!)
Grey Goose lemon lime and I’m packin’ up the ride. (uh-huh!)

Chorus:
Frontin’, (fronin’!) — stuntin’, (stuntin’!) — money ain’t nothin’! (naah!)
I get it, (get it!) — I got it! (got it!) — I bag ’em, (bag ’em!) — I fuck ’em, (fuck ’em!)
Then dump ’em! (whoo!) — Shorty thought she was, but she wasn’t! (stuntin’!)
The one I’m lookin’ for, let her party with my cousin; (yeeaah!)

Cause they love him. — Come over by the dozen, I’m clubbin’. (stuntin’!)

Verse 2:
Uhh! — Shorty say she love, (uhh!) — she don’t even know me. (naaah!)
Baby don’t insult me, I should feed you to the homies! (yeah!)
Ya bony! — Don’t tell your girls you own me, — balony;
How phony! — We run New York like Dan and Tony. (whoo!) (yeah!)
I’m chromy. — Diamond studded rolly, — I’m Goldy! (uhh!)
I’m Cozy! — See jets, spurs, ride like Jenolie. (uhh!)
Six cases of Möey. (yeah!) — Big faces you know he (yeah!)
Pack the V.I.P up — with Kim, Courtney, and Chloe. (yeah!)
The Phantom like a sofa — so you need a chauffer! (chauffer!)
My picture make a poster, try to find a nigga doper. (yeeaaah!)
See mami on that coca; — she think I mean «quarter», (quarter!)
When I break a bitch first, lil’ kids like soda! (HUUUH?!)
Roller. — My baby’ll be in a Gucci stroller, (uhh!)
Rap bi-polar, and my goon’ll Uzi off her! (uuuuhh!)
Soldier, — I control my game without controller, (controller!)
I’m colder! — The whole South Jamaica on my shoulder. (uhh!)

Chorus

Bridge:
Queens gettin’ money! — Brooklyn gettin’ money!
The Bronx gettin’ money! — Harlem gettin’ money!
Staten gettin’ money — off the corner money!
That millionaire money! — C-count more money!

Outro:
Yeeah!
Ha-‘ah!
P-dot-L-dot-K!
Hey!
echoes

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