Video Look Ma de Lloyd Banks 2025 Rap Lyrics

Lloyd Banks - Look Ma Lyrics

[Intro:]
Fuck with me let me show you where I'm coming from, coming from, coming from, coming from, coming from...
The streets is crazy maybe he gon' need another gun, 'nother gun, 'nother gun, 'nother gun, 'nother gun...

[Chorus:]
Look ma I made it, I'm gettin' money, them haters hatin'
They don't matter, man fuck them all, I got the ball
Look how I'm lookin, yo' baby fresh, check how I dress
Heres two for you, no love for them, I'm super cool...

[Verse 1:]
Uh...
RIP's, RSVP's, mansions, off CD's
GT's, TV's, surrounded by three P's
Paper, power, pussy, cause we fall off the map
But I wan' go back to what they rather be, be casualty caught in the trap
I can't do that, I gotta be with it, I want it, see it, go out and get it
Huffin' and puffin' brings nothin' fuck 'um they done made my heart a blizzard
Money sent when I walk in, and my bitch just got the torch in
Better pop your hatin', no talkin, it's stalkin, to his muhfuckin' coffin'
That boy there awesome, he be flossin', bags 'um and toss' 'um
My wheels a fortune, on that portion, that they don't come cross 'um
I horse 'um, I'm ballin', nigga my skin made of Spalding
You spoil 'um, how boring, I bust they ass till morning'...

[Chorus:]
Look ma I made it, I'm gettin' money, them haters hatin'
They don't matter, man fuck them all, I got the ball
Look how I'm lookin, yo' baby fresh, check how I dress
Heres two for you, no love for them, I'm super cool...

[Verse 2:]
Uh...
My car go, but I rather let them haters see me slow
Blue, "what up", not a thing, chasin' dough I got to go
We both know, you don't really like me so, you ain't gotta front no mo'
Nigga I'm so cold, you can go, die, won't nobody miss you so
Everybody knows you be hatin', but I'm cakin', no conversation
Better get up and get you some, kinda clique you from, your far too patient
Nah ma no time for wastin', that'd fuck up the gwop
Shit they comin' in like new dollars, don't matter you stuck up or not
Nigga I ain't throwin' my pay away, fuck wrong with you trick
Bet I get the same bitches home givin' how we go in my whip
We gon' pick some and then switch, that one, this one, then I dip
Ridin' big gun on my hip, sleep then wake up back on my shit...

[Chorus:]
Look ma I made it, I'm gettin' money, them haters hatin'
They don't matter, man fuck them all, I got the ball
Look how I'm lookin, yo' baby fresh, check how I dress
Heres two for you, no love for them, I'm super cool...

[Bridge:]
Fuck with me let me show you where I'm coming from, coming from, coming from, coming from, coming from...
The streets is crazy maybe he gon' need another gun, 'nother gun, 'nother gun, 'nother gun, 'nother gun...

[Outro:]
I made it...
I'm gettin' money, I'm gettin' money...
New money, I'm gettin' money, money money...
Money money...
Money!