| Song | Make It Stack |
| Artist | Lloyd Banks |
| Album | Make It Stack |
| Too much thinkin’ | |
| On top of that, | |
| I’m gettin’ high and drinkin’ | |
| I’m floatin’ on cloud 9, watchin’ these niggas sinkin’ | |
| No blinkin’, you blink too much, you lose your turn | |
| Sleep is the cousin of death, you might as well pick your urn | |
| I been talkin’ my intentions, now it’s time to go and do it | |
| Take you were | |
| I come from, that influence on my music | |
| Ain’t no u-turns on this path, think before you choose it | |
| Hold this autograph, come get your cash and try to use it | |
| I came here unexpected, | |
| Ima leave a legend | |
| Brought up in this hell, how | |
| I’m breathin’ heaven | |
| I swear I fear | |
| I hear my niggas laughin while | |
| I’m ballin’ | |
| Woke up this mornin’ the weed and alcohol callin’ | |
| Livin’ that life of a mac, kickin’ them hoes out off ‘em | |
| Ask ‘em when they comin’ back, knowin’ that they done lost ‘em | |
| Hit them bitches from the back, | |
| I ain’t want all the talkin’ | |
| Don’t be blown at my jack, flat-line on that cat[Hook] | |
| Let’s get this money, then lets make it stack | |
| Then lets make history, ‘cause they can’t take that back | |
| Back to ballin’ and spendin’ | |
| Runnin’ up in these women, got a bitch out the movie | |
| Take a look how | |
| I’m livin’ | |
| And do you know what it took? | |
| I take you back down the road, before the riches and bitches | |
| And the platinum and gold | |
| I got it all from the work, no contract in my soul | |
| I don’t ball/bawl up and die, | |
| I bomb back on them hoes[Lloyd Banks - Verse 2] | |
| Heat up in the winter, so | |
| I’m cooler come the summer | |
| We out here, gamblin’ the ruger money sucker | |
| PYT and all we up the cougar, | |
| Ima crush her | |
| And I always been a rebel, never been a cuffer | |
| You just talk it, you don’t does it | |
| So all those who suffer, you so humble out in public | |
| Computer make you tougher | |
| I got Rosé by the bottle, bitches by the car-load6 or 7 new ones, | |
| I’m switchin’ up the mob | |
| Bitch I sleep in the | |
| Apollo, I’m always on stage | |
| I should take my show to broadway ‘cause that hallway like a grave | |
| Can’t no bitch get in my mind, so | |
| I know it’s physical | |
| I kick out the dimes, | |
| I think I’m invincible | |
| I climbed to the top, now | |
| I’m pissin’ off the pinnacle | |
| I pray to | |
| God that I get rich, gettin’ money spiritual | |
| Diamond in my physicals, that’s why | |
| Ima stand out | |
| You don’t got your hand in, you just got you hand out (son)[Hook] | |
| Let’s get this money, then lets make it stack | |
| Then lets make history, ‘cause they can’t take that back | |
| Back to ballin’ and spendin’ | |
| Runnin’ up in these women, got a bitch out the movie | |
| Take a look how | |
| I’m livin’ | |
| And do you know what it took? | |
| I take you back down the road, before the riches and bitches | |
| And the platinum and gold | |
| I got it all from the work, no contract in my soul | |
| I don’t ball/bawl up and die, | |
| I bomb back on them hoes | |
| I bomb back on them hoes (x4) |
| Too much thinkin' | |
| On top of that, | |
| I' m gettin' high and drinkin' | |
| I' m floatin' on cloud 9, watchin' these niggas sinkin' | |
| No blinkin', you blink too much, you lose your turn | |
| Sleep is the cousin of death, you might as well pick your urn | |
| I been talkin' my intentions, now it' s time to go and do it | |
| Take you were | |
| I come from, that influence on my music | |
| Ain' t no uturns on this path, think before you choose it | |
| Hold this autograph, come get your cash and try to use it | |
| I came here unexpected, | |
| Ima leave a legend | |
| Brought up in this hell, how | |
| I' m breathin' heaven | |
| I swear I fear | |
| I hear my niggas laughin while | |
| I' m ballin' | |
| Woke up this mornin' the weed and alcohol callin' | |
| Livin' that life of a mac, kickin' them hoes out off ' em | |
| Ask ' em when they comin' back, knowin' that they done lost ' em | |
| Hit them bitches from the back, | |
| I ain' t want all the talkin' | |
| Don' t be blown at my jack, flatline on that cat Hook | |
| Let' s get this money, then lets make it stack | |
| Then lets make history, ' cause they can' t take that back | |
| Back to ballin' and spendin' | |
| Runnin' up in these women, got a bitch out the movie | |
| Take a look how | |
| I' m livin' | |
| And do you know what it took? | |
| I take you back down the road, before the riches and bitches | |
| And the platinum and gold | |
| I got it all from the work, no contract in my soul | |
| I don' t ball bawl up and die, | |
| I bomb back on them hoes Lloyd Banks Verse 2 | |
| Heat up in the winter, so | |
| I' m cooler come the summer | |
| We out here, gamblin' the ruger money sucker | |
| PYT and all we up the cougar, | |
| Ima crush her | |
| And I always been a rebel, never been a cuffer | |
| You just talk it, you don' t does it | |
| So all those who suffer, you so humble out in public | |
| Computer make you tougher | |
| I got Rosé by the bottle, bitches by the carload6 or 7 new ones, | |
| I' m switchin' up the mob | |
| Bitch I sleep in the | |
| Apollo, I' m always on stage | |
| I should take my show to broadway ' cause that hallway like a grave | |
| Can' t no bitch get in my mind, so | |
| I know it' s physical | |
| I kick out the dimes, | |
| I think I' m invincible | |
| I climbed to the top, now | |
| I' m pissin' off the pinnacle | |
| I pray to | |
| God that I get rich, gettin' money spiritual | |
| Diamond in my physicals, that' s why | |
| Ima stand out | |
| You don' t got your hand in, you just got you hand out son Hook | |
| Let' s get this money, then lets make it stack | |
| Then lets make history, ' cause they can' t take that back | |
| Back to ballin' and spendin' | |
| Runnin' up in these women, got a bitch out the movie | |
| Take a look how | |
| I' m livin' | |
| And do you know what it took? | |
| I take you back down the road, before the riches and bitches | |
| And the platinum and gold | |
| I got it all from the work, no contract in my soul | |
| I don' t ball bawl up and die, | |
| I bomb back on them hoes | |
| I bomb back on them hoes x4 |