Money Mane (Remix) Juicy J (Ft. 2 Chainz, Gangsta Boo, Lola Monroe & Project Pat)
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[Chorus: Gangsta Boo]
I need a money man (Man), I need a money mane (Man)
I need a money man (Man), I need a money mane (Man)
I need a nigga 'bout his business
Got money, gon' spend it
Go to sleep up in it and don't stop 'til he finish
I need a money man (Man), I need a money mane (Man)
I need a money man (Man), I need a money mane (Man)
I need a nigga 'bout his business
Got money, gon' spend it
Go to sleep up in it and don't stop 'til he finish
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Whole box of that Bombay, fuck me and my posse
It's Juicy J, I'm a rich nigga
Ain't a lot to choose, can't copy
She came over clean and I left that bitch sloppy
High on that Actavis, a nigga, I stay glossy
Zan bars and molly, I be on designer
If you let your chick go, I swear that you won't find her
My diamonds gon' blind her, Louis V remind her
Big bags of that cash, blowing hoes who shaking ass
Everything I pay in cash, the Lambo going extra fast
And the passenger is extra bad
We flying in the whip and I'm smoking gas
That check ain't never gon' stop, that's why you extra mad
I need a money man (Man), I need a money mane (Man)
I need a money man (Man), I need a money mane (Man)
I need a nigga 'bout his business
Got money, gon' spend it
Go to sleep up in it and don't stop 'til he finish
I need a money man (Man), I need a money mane (Man)
I need a money man (Man), I need a money mane (Man)
I need a nigga 'bout his business
Got money, gon' spend it
Go to sleep up in it and don't stop 'til he finish
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Whole box of that Bombay, fuck me and my posse
It's Juicy J, I'm a rich nigga
Ain't a lot to choose, can't copy
She came over clean and I left that bitch sloppy
High on that Actavis, a nigga, I stay glossy
Zan bars and molly, I be on designer
If you let your chick go, I swear that you won't find her
My diamonds gon' blind her, Louis V remind her
Big bags of that cash, blowing hoes who shaking ass
Everything I pay in cash, the Lambo going extra fast
And the passenger is extra bad
We flying in the whip and I'm smoking gas
That check ain't never gon' stop, that's why you extra mad
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