Money in the Bank Swizz Beatz

[Intro]
It's showtime!

[Chorus]
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 but I ain't tryna pay that girl

[Verse 1]
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 cause 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