PayBack
Lloyd Banks (feat. 50 Cent) Lyrics
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[?] rapping out here, I just want it more
Turn the music down, you can hear my stomach roar
Bagged a hundred [?] last year, just bagged a hundred more
They hatin' but everything that goes, comes back sticky green fun pack
Jewelery make me hump back
Back packers want that and they ain't bout the diamonds [?]
He gon commercial, who you think they rhyming with
Running up on my stage, Lil mama shit
Ugh, lil mama thick
And my time is slim
Come bout thirty minutes after I put the condom in
[Chorus]
Gettin' to the dough
Louie on my foot
Put the metal to the floor, is all a nigga know
Payback don't come around disrespecting
We don't take that
I'm on my leathers every second
And my hearts so cold I don't trust a soul
It's funny how the bullshit goes you never know
Payback don't come around disrespecting
We don't take that
I'm on my leathers every second
They crown me with the punch hat, who better?
I hit red skins, smoke green and spit blue pepper
Benz blue leather, Jet cool weather
Cool meaning hot
So I don't need the top
Calm down, breath and stop
Start and I'm a skip your pulse
Mister my life's the shit
Calamari shrimp and boats
C-notes, 5 Ferrari, different coast
I'm a suits em up probably ain't gotta lift my toes
I shut my dogs on 'em like Jehova witness
I done made it to the top like I said
I told you bitches
They don't really want me they just want my riches
So motherfuck the law, firends, cousins and sisters
[Chorus]
I turn the club to TV, come dancing with the stars
Than I'm in ya ear, in her ear, amping a menage
Nigga make the money, but never knew how it felt
In a hundred pair pants, that's a hundred different belts
Dress kills, chronic helps
Pussy just for the moment
Ballin' like a Hornet
See I get it, I want it
Everybody knows, heat hurts you got to show me first
Magician, but I can turn them to a Holy Ghost
You can bring two, three, four of them, the wars won
Tick tock boom, make 'em all run, come on son
Big talks just talk, I let my money bark
Put my Ferrari in park, give them a running start
Go, cause I don't feel a single drop of pressure
No, [?] strap foreign guap collector
He better stop all the hate, he know my ends straight
I clap your girl make the bed break, leak the sex tape
[Chorus]
The lyrics to Lloyd Banks and 50 Cent's "Payback" tell the story of a triumphant rapper who has made it to the top, despite the challenges he faced along the way. The song starts with the rapper talking about his hunger for success and his desire to make more money. He describes how he has already made a hundred grand last year and how he bagged another hundred grand this year. However, despite his success, he still faces criticism and hate from others around him.
The lyrics then progress to more significant themes like betrayal, trust, and loyalty. The rapper's heart is cold, and he does not trust anyone, even his closest friends and relatives. He knows how quickly things can turn sour, and he has learned to be cautious as a result. He also talks about how he has made it to the top and how others around him want to take advantage of his success. The song's chorus emphasizes that people shouldn't disrespect others as they will inevitably face the consequences at some point.
Overall, "Payback" is a rap song that tells a story of perseverance and success despite the obstacles the rapper had to overcome. It is a song that emphasizes that hard work and dedication pay off, but one should not take success for granted and always remain grounded.
Line by Line Meaning
Uh, I meet my [?] at the corner store
I meet my drug dealer at the corner store
[?] rapping out here, I just want it more
There's a lot of rappers here, but I want it more and I work harder
Turn the music down, you can hear my stomach roar
I'm so hungry that you can hear my stomach growling
Bagged a hundred [?] last year, just bagged a hundred more
I made a hundred thousand dollars last year and just made another hundred thousand
They hatin' but everything that goes, comes back sticky green fun pack
People may hate on me, but what goes around comes around and I'll keep making money (sticky green fun pack refers to marijuana)
Jewelery make me hump back
Jewelry makes people envy me
Back packers want that and they ain't bout the diamonds [?]
Hip-hop backpackers want what I have, but they don't care about diamonds
He gon commercial, who you think they rhyming with
I'm going commercial, so who do you think I'm collaborating with?
I got the drama kid and my Obama whip
I have a car that President Obama would be proud of and someone who handles my problems
Running up on my stage, Lil mama shit
Girls come up on stage during my performance
Ugh, lil mama thick
Girls on stage with me are attractive
And my time is slim
I'm running out of time
Come bout thirty minutes after I put the condom in
I last about thirty minutes in bed
Gettin' to the dough
Making money
Louie on my foot
Wearing Louis Vuitton shoes
Put the metal to the floor, is all a nigga know
Driving fast is all I know
Payback don't come around disrespecting
You don't mess with me or there will be payback
We don't take that
I won't tolerate disrespect
I'm on my leathers every second
I always wear my leather jacket
And my hearts so cold I don't trust a soul
I'm emotionally distant and don't have any trust
It's funny how the bullshit goes you never know
Life is unpredictable
They crown me with the punch hat, who better?
They call me the best with my punchlines
I hit red skins, smoke green and spit blue pepper
I have sex with Native American women, smoke marijuana, and rap well
Benz blue leather, Jet cool weather
Driving a blue Mercedes with nice weather
Cool meaning hot
Cool in the sense that it's amazing
So I don't need the top
I don't need to ride with the convertible top down
Calm down, breath and stop
Calm down and take a deep breath
Start and I'm a skip your pulse
I'll start rapping and you won't be able to keep up
Mister my life's the shit
My life is amazing
Calamari shrimp and boats
I can afford expensive seafood and boats
C-notes, 5 Ferrari, different coast
I have lots of money and multiple Ferraris on different coasts
I'm a suits em up probably ain't gotta lift my toes
I'll wear a suit and don't even have to stand on my toes
I shut my dogs on 'em like Jehova witness
I'll send my boys after someone like a Jehovah's Witness
I done made it to the top like I said
I'm at the top of my game
I told you bitches
I warned you
They don't really want me they just want my riches
People don't actually like me, they just want my money
So motherfuck the law, firends, cousins and sisters
I don't care about the law, my family or friends
I turn the club to TV, come dancing with the stars
I turn the club into a TV show, and get women to dance with me
Than I'm in ya ear, in her ear, amping a menage
I'll whisper in your ear and convince your girl to have a threesome
Nigga make the money, but never knew how it felt
People make money but don't understand what it's like to have it
In a hundred pair pants, that's a hundred different belts
I have a lot of clothes and accessories
Dress kills, chronic helps
Wearing nice clothes and smoking marijuana are both enjoyable
Pussy just for the moment
Sex is just temporary fun
Ballin' like a Hornet
Playing basketball like the Charlotte Hornets team
See I get it, I want it
I understand what I want and will work to get it
Everybody knows, heat hurts you got to show me first
People talk, but you have to prove yourself to me
Magician, but I can turn them to a Holy Ghost
I am a magician, I can make people disappear
You can bring two, three, four of them, the wars won
Even if you bring multiple people to fight me, I will still win
Tick tock boom, make 'em all run, come on son
I'll make them all run away in fear
Big talks just talk, I let my money bark
People can talk all they want, my money speaks for me
Put my Ferrari in park, give them a running start
I'll put my car in park and give people a head start before beating them
Go, cause I don't feel a single drop of pressure
I am unbothered and don't feel any pressure
No, [?] strap foreign guap collector
I don't need to carry a gun, my foreign money speaks for itself
He better stop all the hate, he know my ends straight
People should stop hating, because I have a lot of money
I clap your girl make the bed break, leak the sex tape
I'll have sex with your girl so hard that the bed will break and record it for everyone to see
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Charles Lloyd, Curtis Jackson, Daniel Garcia, Francis Ubiera, Kenny Nolan
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