You Already Know [Original Version]

[Intro] Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! [Chorus] You already know My mind is on my dough A millionaire that won't spend a dollar on a hoe I'm still in here tryna get a model out the do' High blowin' bottle after bottle of that dro Slidin' on the road, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know And If I wasn't Banks shorty probably wouldn't roll From the Benz to the lobby from the lobby to the do' If you ain't with the program, ma you got to go [Verse 1] I move like it's Po' Po' behind me, cocoa inside me, so cold and grimy Fo' Fo' beside me, hoes know to find me Wherever there's money, yeah I'm the shit honey (WOO!!!) Hood nigga with the rubber band grip money If I go broke I make you and your man strip dummy Yeah nigga, you don't want it with them their bigger Cross us, your on somethin' we bare niggas Yeah nigga here trigga Teflon chest gone G's up Freeze up and you'll end up in your lawn It's the protege of 50, inspired by Biggie Burns more than Ziggy, them lil' niggas dig me I been stressed out lately, so I'm smokin' more than ever Dead smack in the hood good pokin' out my leather I'm a Good Fella, in a G-Unit hood sweater If your bitch give me a sign I'm a get her [Chorus] You already know My mind is on my dough A millionaire that won't spend a dollar on a hoe I'm still in here tryna get a model out the do' High blowin' bottle after bottle of that dro Slidin' on the road, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know And If I wasn't Banks shorty probably wouldn't roll From the Benz to the lobby from the lobby to the do' If you ain't with the program, ma you got to go [Verse 2] Uh! I'm fresh in my two thousand six whip Cool down with a sick brick fool 'round and get hit Move down the strip quick, two pounds of drip drip Smokin' like it's legal, me and my desert eagle (WOO!!!) All the hoes eyein' when the whip come by flyin' Got a hustler's ambition to get rich or die tryin' And that other guy is lyin' he just lookin' he ain't buyin' He ain't flyin' he ain't cakin' ey'body know he fakin' I should let the hood bake him but I take him right to Satan Just for hatin' leave him straight and run him over with a Dayton And burn rubber like the back tires on the leer Sapphires in my ear, yeah, that's why they stare Yeah that's why they glare, I'm icy as it gets With a white tee and a six, a new wifey in the Ritz If it's junk in the trunk I pull over and roll a blunt And I shouldn't have to tell her what I want (Why?) [Chorus] You already know My mind is on my dough A millionaire that won't spend a dollar on a hoe I'm still in here tryna get a model out the do' High blowin' bottle after bottle of that dro Slidin' on the road, groupie in my vehicle that I don't even know And If I wasn't Banks shorty probably wouldn't roll From the Benz to the lobby from the lobby to the do' If you ain't with the program, ma you got to go