50 Cent - Short Stay ft. Lloyd Banks (Lyrics)


She like it she love it, she kiss it she suck it

She want me to want it, she want to climb up on it

Smile, ha ha yeah, Lloyd Banks (ha ha ha)

50 Cent (yeah) Shadyville!

[Lloyd Banks:]

Mami we can, creep through the ghetto with you, feet in stilettos

Hit the, club and party as long as you sneak in the metal (yeah!)

Or we can head to the house, from the house it's the floor

From the, floor to the couch, from the, couch to the door (woo!)

Then it's, out to the store or, out to the mall

Watching, out for the law, 'cause of this pouch full of raw

I don't care how much you love her don't, vouch for the whore

'Cause the first chance she get I'm in her mouth on the tour (what?)

I'm loving the ladies, with no husbands or babies

Since little I've been active, lost dozens of babies (c'mon!)

Getting a hummer stunting, in your cousin Mercedes

Or roll up on you dumping, pouring guns at your 80's (what?!)

You the man on your block? I'm the talk of the town

That's probably why they wanna see me in chalk in the ground

But you can find me on the corner with a pack of marijuana

Middle finger to haters nigga you fuckin' with the greatest

[50 Cent:]

Yes, I wanna go, to a mo-tel

Just for for hours, only short stay

We don't have to go, far far away

To have some fun, try things my way

Bitch grab your bag, get in the Escalade

Put the seat back, we're on our way

There's no games to play, nothing else to say

Listen to your man, you'll like things my way

[Lloyd Banks:]

You make me wanna, rest in the tower make a mess in her flowers

How 'bout sex in the shower or neck for an hour (aw!)

You got a ring on your finger even, one in your nose

Squeezing some on your toes, running your tongue like lobes

Oh remember spin the bottle? You coulda been a model

While you begin to swallow, niggas in Timbs tomorrow

No love, no hoes, no paper

Nah no ice, no more, there's no acre

Your bitch look good I'ma take her

Won't have to fight to make her the first