Money In The Bank - Swizz Beatz

She ain’t got no money in the bank

She be walkin round actin all stank

Now she at the party lookin at me

Hopin she could get saved by me

I’m lookin at her like I ain’t tryin to save that girl (NO SIR!!!)

I ain’t tryin to save that girl (NO SIR!!!)

I ain’t tryin to save that girl

She got her hand open like I’m finna pay that girl

Now… what y’all wanna do?

Wanna be ballers?

Shot-callers?

Brawlers?

Give me your number I bet she 'gon call ya

Come on dog she want you to spoil her

Christian Dior or them new Fendi bags

Anything is good ccause it’s better than she had

She sittin at the bar and she’s lookin so sad

Talkin about, uh, I wanna ride in your jag

Uh uh uh, I wanna ride to your house

I said easy chick I fly to my house

I, live so far think I live down south

Why don’t you pull it out my pants or put it in your mouth!!!

She ain’t got no money in the bank

She be walkin round actin all stank

Now she at the party lookin at me

Hopin she could get saved by me

I’m lookin at her like I ain’t tryin to save that girl (NO SIR!!!)

I ain’t tryin to save that girl (NO SIR!!!)

I ain’t tryin to save that girl

She got her hand open like I’m finna pay that girl

I see ya, you got the good shoes on

And your good dress on I mean you got your best on

I’m sittin at the back drinkin Vive and Clico

The Roselito, you know how we do

Before them bottles came you wasn’t fuckin with my niggas

My homey say what’s up you sayin nothin to my nigga

Come on girlfriend why you frontin for my niggas

It comes to the paper it’s nothin to y noggas

Don’t you know we got that (Money in the bank)… (I repeat)

D-D-D-Don't you know we got that (Money in the ban)

Man you ain’t gettin nothin from me or my (Bank)

Better get you own, g-g-g-get out my face

She ain’t got no money in the bank

She be walkin round actin all stank

Now she at the party lookin at me

Hopin she could get saved by me

I’m lookin at her like I ain’t tryin to save that girl (NO SIR!!!)

I ain’t tryin to save that girl (NO SIR!!!)

I ain’t tryin to save that girl

She got her hand open like I’m finna pay that girl

It’s started out soft and warm

Don’t get excited I’ve been invited to the quiet storm

And, now it’s out of hand cause she told me she hate me

And then she said what the hell I done lately

First she said all she need is love and affection

Let me be your angel, and I’ll be your protection

Took her out bought her all kinds of things

But it wasn’t enough, so this the song I sing cause she broke

She ain’t got no money in the bank

She be walkin round actin all stank

Now she at the party lookin at me

Hopin she could get saved by me

I’m lookin at her like I ain’t tryin to save that girl (NO SIR!!!)

I ain’t tryin to save that girl (NO SIR!!!)

I ain’t tryin to save that girl

She got her hand open like I’m finna pay that girl