She Ain T Got No Money In The Bank By: Swizz Beatz / Choreo By

It”s showtime!She ain”t got no money in the bankShe be walkin round actin all stankNow she at the party lookin at meHopin she could get saved by meI”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 girlShe got her hand open like I”m finna pay that girlNow… what y”all wanna do?Wanna be ballers? Shot-callers? Brawlers?Give me your number I bet she “gon call yaCome on dog she want you to spoil herChristian Dior or them new Fendi bagsAnything is good ccause it”s better than she hadShe sittin at the bar and she”s lookin so sadTalkin about, uh, I wanna ride in your jagUh uh uh, I wanna ride to your houseI said easy chick I fly to my houseI, live so far think I live down southWhy don”t you pull it out my pants or put it in your mouth!She ain”t got no money in the bankShe be walkin round actin all stankNow she at the party lookin at meHopin she could get saved by meI”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 girlShe got her hand open like I”m finna pay that girlI see ya, you got the good shoes onAnd your good dress on I mean you got your best onI”m sittin at the back drinkin Vive and ClicoThe Roselito, you know how we doBefore them bottles came you wasn”t fuckin with my niggasMy homey say what”s up you sayin nothin to my niggaCome on girlfriend why you frontin for my niggasIt comes to the paper it”s nothin to y noggasDon”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 faceShe ain”t got no money in the bankShe be walkin round actin all stankNow she at the party lookin at meHopin she could get saved by meI”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 girlShe got her hand open like I”m finna pay that girlIt”s started out soft and warmDon”t get excited I”ve been invited to the quiet stormAnd, now it”s out of hand cause she told me she hate meAnd then she said what the hell I done latelyFirst she said all she need is love and affectionLet me be your angel, and I”ll be your protectionTook her out bought her all kinds of thingsBut it wasn”t enough, so this the song I sing cause she brokeShe ain”t got no money in the bankShe be walkin” round actin all stankNow she at the party lookin” at meHopin” she could get saved by meI”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 girlShe got her hand open like I”m finna pay that girl
Writer(s): David Styles, Eric Barrier, Kasseem Dean, Linda Laurie, Kim Jones, J Phillips, Chris Wallace, Marlin Donnell Bonds, Eric Griffin, Terry M. Etlinger, Reginald J Hargis, Carlisely Young, Akinyele Adams

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