a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

lil scrappy - money in the bank (remix) lyrics

Loading...

(feat. 50cent, chamillinaire, young buck, david banner…)

[cash register ringing up a sale,im rich b-tch!]

[ontro: lil’ scr-ppy & 50 cent]

remixxx,we gotta lotta money,come on we didn’t have to hurt em’ like
dis 50,well anyway,g-untttttt!!!

[chorus x4:]
i got money in the bank (yea)
shawty what you drank

[verse 1: lil’ scr-ppy]
n0body loves me so i guess i stay to myself
a n-gga thinkin bout change comtemplating my death
fell my pain as it reigns all over a n-gga
and the only way i can get away is weed and liquor
f-kin n-ggas up on the daily if they didn’t pay me
n-ggas pullin guns on me d-mn near drove me crazy
young n-gga went to school just to sell some dope
a lil crazy -ss n-gga wit a knife in his coat
and in the streets broke heathens went through drama especially
moma swung on a n-gga, i stabbed the b-tch in her head (n-gga)
i dun scratch my head unless it itchs
an i dun smoke unless i’m bustin at you hatin b-tchs
n-gga we was brave to die, dont be askin me why
ill rather hustle in the cold cuz n-ggas sprayin wit fire
all the childhood fixins wit tha devil inside the kitchen
got my mind on my gun and i’m finna pull a pistol

[chorus x4:]
i got money in the bank (yea)
shawty what you drank

[verse 2: chamillinaire]
flippin’ benz, bubble-lens, feed ya tank a number 10
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 h-ll 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’, yall 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’
n-ggas in the streets tryin’ to find out if it’s written
haha..yo, chamillitary man!

[chorus x4:]
i got money in the bank (yea)
shawty what you drank

[verse 3: young buck]
i still remember them nights under the street lights
fiends don’t give a d-mn, 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 gl-ss 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 n-gga
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:]
i got money in the bank (yea)
shawty what you drank

[verse 4: llyod banks]
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 n-ggas 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 b-tch 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
sh-t 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: t-tties 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 im a light skinned n-gga with black arms (f-cka!!)

[chorus x4:]
i got money in the bank (yea)
shawty what you drank

[verse 5: david banner]
im ridin on 22’s
youze a rewinder
motherf-ckers suck me
then i f-ck them back n-gga
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 -ss 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:]
i got money in the bank (yea)
shawty what you drank

[verse 6: 50 cent]
yo nowadays n-ggas 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 motherf-cking thing you’ve got
here i stand on the alley on godrule
same spot where rob got shot
the block’s high
warrent squad flashing my mug shot
everybody know i’m loco, k!ll 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, n0body’s supposed to know, yo
i make 16 hundred off of every ho do
f-cking with the cash flow that’ll get you blast yo (haha)
i always get the last laugh yo

[chorus x4:]
i got money in the bank (yea)
shawty what you drank

[ontro: lil’ scr-ppy & g-unit]
ha,ha,we murdered em’,g-unit souf b-tch,wowwwww,b-tch i got
money in da bank!!!

- lil scrappy lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS

Loading...