Lyrics:
Chip Banks Other

mans like he a big Trevor Trevor's still locked up, likes getting his cheddar Cory changed his name to Arr, whatever Corn chip, buckwheat lookalike,

not feeling them Could it be the time piece flooded with chips? You with me cause I flex brigets around my wrist? Or large amounts up in my bank account

sold five then I hide three Baking soda residue I'm gone with the other two Copped ten sold five then I hide three Baking soda residue I'm gone with the other

stuntin) is a habit, put it in the air, Have you ever seen a chevy with the butterfly doors, stuntin (stuntin) is a habit David Banner: Got a chip in

money from the bank, I get shit I Stomp down your whole compound Takin' all the shots Device from the few I'm rise Let the others drop I elevate Who

feel that way for real So hard I go I keep pushing The game's so crazy I'm in it like deep pussy I got chip from trying to get the whole cookie Used

and lets move on if I've shown that I've grown and get the bone keep lickin these nuts you industry mutts keep walkin around sniffin each others butts

Faded voice - Fuck yeah... Eminem: YEAHH! LLoyd Banks: Oh shit, its the Evil Genius Eminem: Green Lantern LLoyd Banks: Yea... Hey yo Em, what do we call

s foul, they got you thinkin you too wild to be hung Seekin, to be broke and when the heat soakin Moapin, open ya throat nigga keep chokin [Chip Banks