Lloyd Banks - I Don't Deserve You (feat. Jeremih) Lyrics

Lloyd Banks - I Don't Deserve You (feat. Jeremih) Lyrics

[Intro: Jeremih]
OH! YEAH! OH! YEAH! OH! YEAH! OOOOHHHHH!!!!

[Chorus: Jeremih]
I think I love you, don't let me get in the way (Get in the way)
Don't let me stop you girl, from doin your thing (Doin your thing)
'Cause I don't deserve you (NO!) I don't wanna hurt you, play with your mind
Have you runnin in circles, don't let me get in your way (Get in your way)
Yeah!

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
It ain't even the puss I got your mind
It's usually a one way thing but baby girl got mine
Perfection is the formula when me and her combine
Like candy to the corn and yeah you're finger lickin fine
In due time I'm sure that I can please ya, squeeze ya, weak knees ya
Need ya like you need me, and don't mislead ya
Love's free, but treat it wrong and pay the price
Get down on one knee, that bitch 'gon leave with half your life
Man believe me, I ain't 'gon feed ya bad advice
Look it's easy, so don't forget to strap up tight
Ride, I'D BE SELFISH IF I KEPT YOU SO
I love you enough to let you go
Cause on the other hand I couldn't take it
If I, put all I got in you and someone got you naked
You work hard for money but it's harder when you make it
This chick's comin fast, here's your heart 'fore I break it

[Chorus: Jeremih]
I think I love you, don't let me get in the way (Get in the way)
Don't let me stop you girl, from doin your thing (Doin your thing)
'Cause I don't deserve you (NO!) I don't wanna hurt you, play with your mind
Have you runnin in circles, don't let me get in your way (Get in your way)
Yeah!

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Uhh, what type of nigga would I be to hold you up?
You need someone to hold you down and wreck, ya life's fucked up
I gotta shake you out my system cause with the fuckin and kissin
And all your emotions mixin puts me in a tough position
Baby what I am supposed to do?
I can't control my actions when I'm close to you
We been away too long, girl we overdue
I guess the cake ain't enough, you wanna eat it too
See me and you, have a magnet in between, THAT KEEPS PULLIN ME CLOSE
I'm like a addict for your scream, you're fully loaded toast
Automatic with the beam, the baddest on the coast
I got to have you like the green, your swagger's more than most
I got a sex drive that won't allow me to 'lax
Bring on the next five, look how they crowd on my lap
Booty breast thighs keep ya boy relapsin back
And you deserve way more than that, I'll just fall back

[Chorus: Jeremih]
I think I love you, don't let me get in the way (Get in the way)
Don't let me stop you girl, from doin your thing (Doin your thing)
'Cause I don't deserve you (NO!) I don't wanna hurt you, play with your mind
Have you runnin in circles, don't let me get in your way (Get in your way)
[Lloyd Banks - I Don't Deserve You (feat. Jeremih) Lyrics on http://mp3lyricsmania.blogspot.com]

[Outro: Jeremih]
I've been thinkin a long time, that, wishin that you were just all mines
But, maybe this is the wrong time, yeah, that I deserve ya, I don't deserve ya
I've been thinkin a long time, that, wishin that you were just all mines
But, maybe this is the wrong time, yeah, that I deserve ya, I don't deserve ya
I don't deserve ya, I don't deserve ya, I don't deserve ya........

Lloyd Banks - So Forgetful (feat. Ryan Leslie) Lyrics

Lloyd Banks - So Forgetful (feat. Ryan Leslie) Lyrics

[Intro: Lloyd Banks]
Haha! Yeah! Damn! How long has it been?
How you been though? Nah stop, you know I miss you girl!
Ha let's go upstairs though

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
Uh! Boy Wonder, one summer I was stuntin
Winter folds when I cake more, bag models and crush 'em
I ain't never been a cuffer and my lifestyle is customed
Chromy Cartier karat glare keep me hustlin
My Lamborghini sunked in, dime humpin
Them tight bikinis come when you're out here doin somethin
I know it's somethin for me deep, is it you?
Problem is I'm thinkin her too and your crew
Her girl Sue got a body like a spur new
And I won't cruise, take years to make ya sole move
I'm so cool ice grills from my cold jewels
Make my own rules, baby I'm a freedom lampin old schools
She asked why should she? You think you special?
Hell fuckin yeah now come here let me bless you
Hit yeah no air hit you in the pretzel
And I don't remember how I met you, so forgetful

[Chorus: Ryan Leslie]
I deal with a lot of pretty girls, so forgive me if I don't remember you
(Yeah, so forgive me girl I'm so forgetful)
And it's too many New York City girls, so forgive me if I don't remember you
(If I don't remember you, noooooooo!!!)

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
Wet spots on the mattress and champagne splashes
Designer glasses, a couple backstage passes
And they fine asses, damn, how did y'all get here?
How are ya gettin home? Cause a nigga gone
Get dressed quick, grab her ass, grab my phone
Walkin out alone smellin like chronic bag cologne
Drivin home still drunk, hope they don't pull me
Cause I'm ridin with the bully and it's loaded fully
Feel me? Game tight girl, I ain't a rookie
Hear me? I love the chips, treat 'em like my family
And we, got a thing for the light
Ball out, fall out, do the same thing tonight
Flashbacks of ass claps it's goin down
Long as she black jack, weed up let's hope we don't snap back (yeah)
The last text I got says "I missed you"
I must've missed somethin, so forgetful

[Chorus: Ryan Leslie]
I deal with a lot of pretty girls, so forgive me if I don't remember you
(Somethin 'bout you makes me want to, remember you, remember you)
And it's too many New York City girls, so forgive me if I don't remember you
(Forgive me if I don't, remember you)

[Bridge: Ryan Leslie]
Flights and planes, overseas
Don't be mad, you know my steez
All at once, I'll be gone
If you miss me, play this song
I'll do me, you do you
It was good girl, but we're through
For now, yeah, so I bet ya
Girl I bet ya, I'll forget ya

[Chorus: Ryan Leslie]
I deal with a lot of pretty girls, so forgive me if I don't remember you
(Girl forgive me, if I don't, remember yooooooouuuuuuu!!!)
And it's too many New York City girls, so forgive me if I don't remember you
(So forgive me if I don't remember, yooouuuuuuuuu!!!)
I deal with a lot of pretty girls, so forgive me if I don't remember you
(So many faces, so many places, said it's hard to track them all)
And it's too many New York City girls, so forgive me if I don't remember you
(If I don't remember you, oh ohhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!)
[Lloyd Banks - So Forgetful (feat. Ryan Leslie) Lyrics on http://mp3lyricsmania.blogspot.com]

[Outro: Ryan Leslie]
R. Les!!! Just rock with it!!! Blue Hef!!!! Yeah!!!
If I don't remember you, said I swear it's nothin new

Lloyd Banks – Make Money Lyrics

Lloyd Banks – Make Money Lyrics

You need it, go get it
7 days committed
You need it, go get it
7 days committed, n-gga

Make money, make money, make money
Make money, make money, make money
Make money, make money, make money
Make money, make money, make money

Make money, damn if they gon take it from me
Super swag, bet I get ya naked hunny
You know my stump ground, South Jamaica dummy
Ain't no comp round, 6 or 7 acres counting
They made I got in, never shoot or let me do
Body full of diamonds, hoppin’ out the Bentley coupe
Crime high, I’m climbin’, the other pockets empty crew
N-ggas thought I died then, call me Mackavelli blue
Red and green stripes, diamond ear squares
Screaming twin pumps, right off the Lear stairs
I give a f-cka bout a b-tch you a care bear
Heart pumpin’, anti freeze as I stand here
Punch a Cotto, nightclubs bunch of photos
Run up on me like a dolo when I’m thumping dolo
(?), bigger dollar signs than lowlow
Twenty stacks off a Polo when I go on promo

Make money, even though it don’t make me
It takes me somewhere you gon need an AC
They chase me, cause my neck is clear as HD
You can’t see, baby I’m in money waist deep
You should f-ck with me, I’mma be that n-gga
How ya gon start acting funny when I get bigger
F-ck the awards, I’d rather buy me a coupe
Nothing needed, do it all for the loot
We here to make money
Make money, make money
Take money, take money, take money
Great money, in and out of state money
Weight mopney, Benjamin’s straight money

Flat party, I’m steamrolling everybody
Maserati, riding is my kind of hobby
White Ferrari, player pressed for p-ssy hardy
Ain't no probably, she leave’s I’ma get a doggy
Bank’s aka ya got nothing for me,
Show me 30 40 more MC’s later they will bore me
Delivery semi auti, styles I’ll never story
Bout a thousand they will call me I’ma different category
You playing big, riding round in your family crib
Look at your rib, roc boys understand the kid
We handle sh-t, play with me get your candles lit, smoked
Ashes out the window of a brand new six
Don’t look behind me, move me, you and what army
Armed with Armani, Christian Dior whole army
You owe me sorry’s, making money, living calmly
Nicki got me f-cking Barbies, cousin’s and aunt’s

Make money, even though it don’t make me
It’s takes me somewhere you gon need an AC
They chase me, cause my neck is clear as HD
You can’t see, baby I’m in money waist deep
You should f-ck with me, I’mma be that n-gga
How ya gon start acting funny when I get bigger
F-ck the awards, I’d rather buy me a coupe
Nothing needed, do it all for the loot
We here to make money
Make money, make money
Take money, take money, take money
Great money, in and out of state money
Weight mopney, Benjamin’s straight money

You need it, go get it
7 days committed
You need it, go get it
7 days committed, n-gga
[Lloyd Banks – Make Money Lyrics on http://mp3lyricsmania.blogspot.com]

Make money, make money, make money
Make money, make money, make money
Make money, make money, make money
Make money, make money, make money

Kanye West - Christian Dior Denim Flow (ft. John Legend, Kid Cudi, Pusha T, Lloyd Banks and Ryan Leslie) Lyrics

Kanye West - Christian Dior Denim Flow (ft. John Legend, Kid Cudi, Pusha T, Lloyd Banks and Ryan Leslie) Lyrics

[John Legend - Chorus]
I got the World in my hands, the master plan
But I don’t know why I keep calling
Why I keep all of these girls at my shows
They loving me but I don’t know why
I keep calling
Why I keep calling you

All the models to the floor right now
All the models to the floor right now
All the models to the floor right now
All the models to the floor right now

[Kanye West]
I’m in my Christian Dior with a Veronica Webb
(…) she know Cecily Lopez
Arlenis Sosa, Selita Ebanks
If you work with my people, speak that Jourdan Dunn language
Make a phone call, out to Joan Smalls
I wonder how it feel to lower Stones walls
Jessica Gomes, yall, I would damage her
And see, uh Jessica Stam got the stamina
I’m in the car with Leo and the Benz swerve
I heard Bar was friends with Esti Ginzburg
Coco Rocha, Kate Mimosa
Alessandra Ambrosia, Anja Rubik, get Olga
(…) tell her I’m very single
Abbey Lee, too I’m a freak boo
I’m wylin I’m on a thousand
I wanna see Irina Shayk next to Doutzen.

[Chorus]
I got the World in my hands, the master plan
But I don’t know why I keep calling
Why I keep all of these girls at my shows
They loving me but I don’t know why
I keep calling
Why I keep calling you

[Kanye West]
Christian Dior denim flow
I told her I’m tryna eat out so what we going for dinner for

[Pusha T]
Miami nights on the search for some T and A
Tryna hide what’s obvious to see in me
We conversate a bit about your DNA
And my sandy colored suits from the VMA’s
Oh you was watching, who the f-ck wasn’t
Me skip across that stage in 5 dozen
Yeah 6 grand for a minutes time
Italian vogue style a n-gga for a minute rhyme
Lets be clear and lets be fair
The best things in music’s being offered here
Its a round table full of bosses here
Still giving you it all like the coffins near

[Chorus]
I got the World in my hands, the master plan
But I don’t know why I keep calling
Why I keep all of these girls at my shows
They loving me but I don’t know why
I keep calling
Why I keep calling you

I got the World in my hands, the master plan
But I don’t know why I keep calling
Why I keep all of these girls at my shows
They loving me but I don’t know why
I keep calling
Why I keep calling you

[Ryan Leslie]
It’s time for a lesson in model behavior
Damn, look at all the bad b-tches I gave you
Man I can see the flaws to your flavour
Look like wonder woman and still need a savior
Maybe its a billionaire maybe its the cocaine
I done seen drugs and money run the whole game
A good girl lost in the city life
Agent Provocateur holding titties right

[Lloyd Banks]
He ain’t Kraft material, champagne for cereal
Shorty stole my heart, criminal, my lucky charm
Efrock clothes and Lear shows, type kind of stuff we on
Stuff all my problems in that bong and I’m puffin’ strong
I been locked in my way of thinking, now my cuffs are gone
Must’ve been the liquor talkin’, I’m beggin’ the cups, “C’mon”
Might come off as irregular, I come in custom form
T-G-I-F, GT breeze, my hustler’s poem
My sound’s full-grown, reminds me of my favorite chronic (Kush)
Ball like a SuperSonic, make the haters vomit (Uh)
Nigga, make some money ‘fore you make a comment
I meant to snap a while ago, but who knows where the time went?
Prolly dime chicks, whips with a Diddy
Now I’m back like a nine milli, grimy New York City
See me clearly through the storm
The world’s mine, sits pretty in my palm
Sean Don as we continue on

[Chorus]
I got the World in my hands, the master plan
But I don’t know why I keep calling
Why I keep all of these girls at my shows
They loving me but I don’t know why
I keep calling
Why I keep calling you
[Kanye West - Christian Dior Denim Flow (ft. John Legend, Kid Cudi, Pusha T, Lloyd Banks and Ryan Leslie) Lyrics on http://mp3lyricsmania.blogspot.com]

[Kid Cudi]
N-ggas think they know I’m the guy with the story
They dont really know,
It’s so air frickin women
How can I be better?
I could start with just the basics
Dior, Dior, galore, I love the cut
I seem to have forgotten that I’m off the nini
To the people who dont know Cud’, know what?
Rose gold presidential on my boney wrist
Took my ma to Chanel, had her LC the stunner
She got haters, some in the fam made us
But they don’t really matter, we escape em with our paper
“Hey ya”, I’m on my Andre 3000
I’m all good now, a n-gga don’t need no counseling
Woke up in the room and my mojo was active
Looks from the hoes that were more than likely passive
Back when let me not reflect on the old sh-t
I’m on to the new act, on to my new script
B-tches better have they thoughts before approaching
I done heard it all, baby, save it for them other n-ggas
Do things all before living, haters, copy, I’m the image
Haters, copy, I’m the image

Lloyd Banks - Beamer, Benz, or Bentley (feat. Juelz Santana) Lyrics

Lloyd Banks - Beamer, Benz, or Bentley (feat. Juelz Santana) Lyrics

[Hook]
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
My jeans are never empty
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
This scheming don’t affect me

[Lloyd Banks]
I’m fresh Im fly, Im so damn high
More than 500 horses when I roll by
I’m calm I’m cool, everything brand new
I don’t hand cuff you can get your whole damn crew

Get in my Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
Beat it I bet she let me
She been fiending since she let me
I’m the coolest sh-t especially when I throw on all my Gretzky
Got my sm-sm-smith and Wessie to protect me so respect me
This is heavy new Bentley
Color vanilla and cherry and radio Pirelli make a movie out the getty
Where my ring and my confetti and Kobe Bryant ready
Pimples A and chronic smelly while stumbling out the telly
I'm so fly Im so ferry and the way I flow is very
Ginsu or machete, move my pencil move his deli
Platinum band platinum bezzie
Make a straight girl out of lezzie
Magazine mac bezzie keep my windows like the prezzie
Press a button than I’m stuntin
My roof look like it’s duckin
Meter go 2 hundred something
And my trunk do when it’s bumpin
I am not the one for jumpin I will racket out and stump him
Dump him, your better off dead, ya money red

[Chorus - Juelz Santana]
I’m fresh Im fly, Im always high
Got ya b-tch waving at me when I roll by
[Lloyd Banks]
I’m calm Im cool everything brand new
I don’t handcuff you can get the whole damn crew

[Hook]
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
My jeans are never empty
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
This scheming don’t affect me
[Lloyd Banks - Beamer, Benz, or Bentley (feat. Juelz Santana) Lyrics on http://mp3lyricsmania.blogspot.com]

[Juelz Santana]
Whether Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
I be movin’ I be movin’
Making movies Tom Cruisin’
If its action than Im shootin’
Pockets fat, necks stuntin’
Boy my nick name should be Ruben
My Columbian connect told me the Mexicans have moved in
And he know just how I get it so we bout to introduce him
Got a girl named cigar called her that because she Cuban
Got a black chick that be boosting
Got a white girl that be boothin
Gotta watch her cos she use it
But she f-ck me like she stupid
And she always ready to give me that becky
Last time it was so good I almost crashed my Bentley
Hit the club ordered bottles see the sparks in the sky
Will have this whole b-tch lookin’ like the 4th of July
But if you get to frontin and the pushing lead to shoving
We just bussin and we leaving like it’s nothin’
If it aint the Gucci or the Louie than it’s Polo or its Rugby
And this b-tch that roll with me she be baggin’ for me

[Hook]
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
My jeans are never empty
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
This scheming don’t affect me

[Chorus - Juelz Santana]
I’m fresh Im fly, Im always high
Got ya b-tch waving at me when I roll by
[Lloyd Banks]
I’m calm Im cool everything brand new
I don’t handcuff you can get the whole damn crew

[Lloyd Banks]
I got a girl named Kima
And Kima like Christina
Baby three don’t make a crowd it make a sex scene meaner
I just wanna get between her
Turn it over scream her
Than it’s one, two, I’m through, see ya
I scoop her in my Beamer, Benz or Bentley…

[Hook]
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
My jeans are never empty
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley
This scheming don’t affect me