Testo Make it stack Lloyd Banks

Make it stack

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Too much thinkin'
On top of that, I'm gettin' high and drinkin'
I'm floatin' on cloud 9, watchin' these niggas 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, I'm a leave a legend
Brought up in this hell, how I'm breathin' heaven
I swear I fear I hear my niggas 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 bitches 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 let's make it stack
Then let's make history, 'cause they can't take that back
Back to ballin' and spendin'
Runnin' up in these women, got a bitch 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 bitches
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

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
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, I'm a 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 switchin' up the mob
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 pissin' off the pinnacle
I pray to God that I get rich, gettin' money spiritual
Diamond in my physicals, that's why I'm a stand out
You don't got your hand in, you just got you hand out (son)

[Hook:]
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 ballin' and spendin'
Runnin' up in these women, got a bitch 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 bitches
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]