Can You Dig It (ft. French Montana) by Lloyd Banks
[Verse 1: Banks]
Look how far I done got, they wanna get like me
Realest motherfucker ever, dawg, I just might be
Couple ladies on my right, and on my left like three
Think I'm high as you can go, give me death by weed
I'd rather settle my success than be depressed by greed
I'm doin' more than triple on 'em, nothing less, top speed
I'm doin' all the sugars on 'em, I'm the best, buy weed
Eight at my table and the rest Dom P
Born to be on top, I won't stop until my respect paid
New York City love me, I've been rapping for a decade
It's spending money season, though – I ball out every check, mate
Came a long way from prayin' to God that my cassete play
They throwin' pussy at me, I catch it with one hand
Toss it, hot potato, while I lay low with the fam'
Today I'm on the creep, 90K on my sedan
Countin' down the days they let my ace up out the can
[Hook: Banks]
Marksman, lay it down, I don't love her
Yeah, I've got a thing for victory and money by the color
Shorty said she want to have me, she can have the rubber
Nigga can you dig that? 'Cause I ain't never dug her
I'm a cold motherfucker, I do it for the gutter
I can't wait to let her go, and you're the one to cuff her
I'm stuntin' on them chumps, let them niggas suffer
I'm a cold motherfucker...
[Verse 2: French]
I be talkin' to them bitches like I'm Pepe King
Bitch back up, money stack up like 8'10
Soccer boy, kick your bitch out with a scissor kick
I be stackin' green, nigga, on some lizard shit
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