jackpot lyrics – lloyd banks

[intro: (kid)]
yeah, yeeeaaah!
we ain’t playin’ no games, man; we spend money, n*gg*!
just do what you do best in life.
that 2012 sh*t! (jahlil beats… holla at me!)

[verse 1:]
maaan, i’m just f*ckin’ these hooees – like i’m crushin’ these shooows;
100 dollar shoe strings, now i’m bucks for these hooeses!
look in my eyes and see cloouuds; – i’m puffin’ them o’s, (uhh!)
a three-some ain’t sh*t! – i need a couple of those. (uhh!)
mr. touch-it-when-i-want, pow! punch her with the rhymes, (rhymes!)
tell ya girl we said: “wh*ssup? ” (wh*ssup?) – we jump her all the time.
you got next? i got next aaaf-ter, no need to gas her;
she beekin’ up cause i’m a rapper, skeet laughter.
catch me laughin’ at a bank today, laughin’ at a bank tomor’
i do these n*gg*s like my son. – ya should thank my father! (uhh!)
i make it rain harder,
i was late and her *ss still shakin’ like i hit it with the teaser! (yeah!)
i’m tryna get this money, show me what your mama gave ya! (yeah!)
appet*te is animal, so pardon my behavior. (uhh!)
i split a crowd of b*tches at the garden, i’m the savior (savior!)
hit after hit. – knock the heart right outta hater!

spendin’ is my hobby. (u-huh!) – i’m ballin’, – sorry! (uhh!)
lately i’ve been havin’ dreams of crushin’ e’rybody! (uh-huuh!)
i’m a see you m*th*f*ckas at the top, (top!)
then come into my mind, see nothin’ but the guap! (guap!)

they thought this sh*t was done; but the grind don’t stop! (yeah!)
i’m runnin’ through ’em, one after gun cause i’m hot. (yeah!)
i’m a hit ya hun like a drum make it drop (yeah!)
then i’m lookin’ for another one to taker her spot. (spot!) – jackpot!

[verse 2:]
i’m the rawest in queens. – it’s all for the green! (uh-huh!)
the chicks ain’t mine! (naaah!) – they all for the team. (yeah!)
i told her get in the six, – cause they walkin’ to me;
i’m ’bout to murk me a b*tch. – white chalk on the scene! (yeeaah!)
money can’t buy ya style; my style made to be fly (uh-huuuh!)
i’m from the front so far. – my gl*ss facin’ the sky!
she front? she out the same minute! (minute!) – placin’ fives;
she ain’t dope! – she don’t get digites – or reach my supply.
i’m in the rocket, chasin’ paper. – my ego lead the anker;
ain’t no way i’m gon’ land this m*th*f*cka unless it’s major!
mami do me a lil’ favor! – don’t go catchin’ feelings;
don’t you go complainin’ cause i’m not used to hearin’!
uhh! – by 21, i made a million. (million!)
fast drops in my back drop chillin’. (chillin’!)
lettin’ n*gg*s see me i don’t p*ss blocks spillin’ (uh-uuuuh!)
roll up like a smoker with a bag chopped ceilin’. (ceilin’!)


spendin’ is my hobby… sorry!
crushin’ e’rybody!
spendin’ is my hobby… sorry!
crushin’ e’rybody!

[chorus] [echoes] [beat stops]

/ lloyd banks lyrics