lil scrappy
money in the bank [remix]
Remix, We gotta lotta money, Come on we didn't have to hurt em' like Dis 50, well anyway, g-unit!  [Chorus: x4] I got money in the bank (yea) Shawty what you drank  Nobody loves me so I guess I stay to myself A nigga thinkin' bout change contemplating my death Fell my pain as it reigns all over a nigga And the only way I can get away is weed and liquor Fuckin' niggas up on the daily if they didn't pay me Niggas pullin' guns on me damn near drove me crazy Young nigga went to school just to sell some dope A lil' crazy ass nigga wit a knife in his coat And in the streets broke heathens went through drama especially Momma swung on a nigga, I stabbed the bitch in her head (nigga) I dun scratch my head unless it itchs An I dun smoke unless I'm bustin' at you hatin' bitches Nigga we was brave to die, dont be askin me why Ill rather hustle in the cold 'cause niggas sprayin' wit' fire All the childhood fixin's wit' tha devil inside the kitchen Got my mind on my gun and I'm finna pull a pistol  [Chorus: x4]  Flippin' Benz, bubble-lens, feed ya tank a number ten If ya pimpin', her and friends, I ain't trippin' get ya ins If ya been, in the pen', pop this in and lift ya chin Tat skin, get some ins, and throw some glitter in ya grin Man, once again, but this dank off in the wind If you don't smoke, then that's for them, put some drank off in ya chin Remember back about 10, majors wouldn't let us in Servin' school is a lifestyle, but they treat it like it's a trend Man, they like "koopa tell me where the hell you been" Man, I been dealin' with family, and takin' care of ben Franklin, ain't the end, I was here when it begin See if ya ridin' davin rims, celebrate by lettin' em' spin I bought some new ones in, to replace the older rims What type of rims? that depends is it the truck, the bike, or van Had to hop out, and stop my spinners on the rims My alarm kept detecting motion pokin' out of them Man, I'm just sayin', y'all know koopa don't be playin' I'm just sayin', I be layin' with the flat tv's displayin' Sometimes I feel like grippin', sometimes I'm tippin' Niggas in the streets tryin' to find out if it's written Haha, yo, chamillitary man!  [Chorus: x4]  I still remember them nights under the street lights Fiends don't give a damn, they want who got the cheap price I'm trying to get right, get it and go You see people is dyin' fast, and the money is slow We used to hang in front of the store Flag down cars to be a movie star, go get a glass jar Once you cook it and cut it homie, go stand out in public See the work sell's itself, if ya got enough of it Plenty thugs get shot, but see its all in the game Even I took a couple of 'em, but still I remain I ain't dippin' from that same lead project figga I done went with no lights, and no water nigga And I'm still hood, that mean I still cook Get on the block and go get mine, like you should How can I be good? when rappers wanna be Suge Suroundin' myself with family, so I can sleep good  [Chorus: x4]  You know tha kid stay with his Nike's new, tha throwback is light blue Came out around the time, my grandmother graduated high school Most these rap niggas softer than Ja Rule And they've been in and out as many walkmans as I do Take time, to figure out who's walkin' beside you Cause this sonic can feel like a fork when inside you You mad, cause ya bitch like us And all of my records get thumbs up, like I'm ridin' by hitchikers Stumblin' out the g4, cause that's how tha stars land Shit I prolly been through more trees than tarzan On tha road, tha hoes take a look at tha cars and It's back tha hotel, titties and bras man Tha new "strap don" You might call me ignorant, but if you cow you belong in tha phat farm When tha lights get bigger I act calm Prolly cause I'm a light skinned nigga with black arms (fucka!)  [Chorus: x4]  I'm ridin' on 22's Youze a rewinder Motherfuckers suck me Then I fuck them back nigga Now what you do em' Give it to me baby, nice and slow Climb on top, ride like you in the rodeo You ain't never heard a sound like this before Cause I ain't never put it down like this Soon as I come through the door she get to pullin' on my zipper It's like it's a race who can get undressed quicker Isn't it ironic how erotic it is to watch em in thongs Had me thinking 'bout that ass after I'm gone I touch the right spot at the right time Lights on or lights off, she like it from behind So seductive, you should see the way she winds Her hips in slow-mo on the floor when we grind As long as she ain't stoppin', homie I ain't stoppin' Drippin' wet with sweat man its on and popping All my champagne campaign, bottle after bottle its on And we gon' sip til every bubble in the bottle is gone  [Chorus: x4]  Yo nowadays niggas talk like they wanna get shot Like I won't grab the glock and run up in your spot Six double o drop I'll put two in your knot And stick around and get every motherfucking thing you've got Here I stand on the alley on godrule Same spot where rob got shot The block's high Warrant squad flashing my mug shot Everybody know I'm loco, kill the popo, blast the fo fo, rode dolo Rock solo, I should be old t on the low yo Pump the six and push the volvo I hear they go kuku and go puff loco I sell llelo and price up and down like yo yo But keep that on the low do, nobody's supposed to know, yo I make 16 hundred off of every ho do Fucking with the cash flow that'll get you blast yo (haha) I always get the last laugh yo  [Chorus: x4]  Ha ha we murdered em', G-unit south bitch, Wow, bitch I got Money in da bank!