Turnin U Into A Customer Lyrics – Lloyd Banks

Turnin U Into A Customer Lyrics by Lloyd Banks

I’ll show you how to do this dummy (uh)
Watch me as I run through this money (uh)
Even when it’s cloudy my jewels is sunny
Your girlfriend gets her knee bruises from me

The names Banks (yeah), I’m a million dollar n#gg#
We both rolling but my wheel a lil’ bigger
I get mine if there’s a will, then there’s a way
And it won’t be no tomorrow if I don’t hit today

I’m kind of tired and I ain’t here to play
So if you don’t cooperate then I ain’t gon’ stay
I’m real flashy but I don’t give a f#ck
This sh#t cost to much money to keep it tucked

Most of these industry n#gg#s is all butt
Talk but soon as you see them they ball up
We riding round in that BM and the long truck
You see me in ya hood, my ghetto pass good

I’ll turn you into a customer
I’ve been thinking all night about touching ya, come here
I’m trying to get this sh#t going and you fronting
I’m from New York ma, show a n#gg# something

My clothes are fresh, my Bentley’s clean
My knot’s on swole, I’m ready to roll
I’m blowing on green, my whip’s on lean
I just found another way to get that cream

Looking at my Rollie it’s about that time
To snatch one of these b#tches off that line
Man home girl must’ve lost her mind
Hopping all around my interior design

I’m fin to slide to the telly
Then it’s 1, 2, right in ya belly
You might see me fly through in that Jag toy
You know what it is G-Unit and Bad Boy

My own mama used to say I wasn’t sh#t
Now I’m rich mama don’t remember sh#t (remember what?)
You little n#gg#s couldn’t handle what I smoke
It’ll feel like I lit a candle in your throat

And I could understand Hammer gon’ blow
As soon as it gets cold, you’re everybody’s Cole
And when they ain’t got no weed, you’re everybody’s smoke
And I’m everybody’s favorite

The wrong one to play with yeah!
I’ll turn you into a customer
I’ve been thinking all night about touching ya, come here
I’m trying to get this sh#t going and you fronting

I’m from New York ma, show a n#gg# something
My clothes are fresh, my Bentley’s clean
My knot’s on swole, I’m ready to roll
I’m blowing on green, my whip’s on lean

I just found another way to get that cream
I’ll turn you into a customer
I’ve been thinking all night about touching ya, come here
I’m trying to get this sh#t going and you fronting

I’m from New York ma, show a n#gg# something
My clothes are fresh, my Bentley’s clean
My knot’s on swole, I’m ready to roll
I’m blowing on green, my whip’s on lean

I just found another way to get that cream
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Lloyd Banks Lyrics – Turnin U Into A Customer

Lloyd Banks

Turnin U Into A Customer