Dj Khaled - Money in Da Bank lyrics

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Dj Khaled - Money in Da Bank lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Benjamin Franklin, I adore you If it ain't about money baby, I ignore you I gotta keep the car running, I get oil That's the [?], But i'ma get there for you Yea, are we there yet? Hopping off the clear jet Rocks got my neck scratched Ice got my ears wet Dice game, big benz, tell that n***a spend his ho Drop a hundred-thousand on the diamond, what we livin' fo sh** why we hustlin'? n***a why you buggin'? My money like PMS, sh** come monthly Here come your woman, with all that lustin' b**h all on a n***a bread like mustard b**h all in a n***a bed like covers b**h go down, so low like shovels I'm just tryin' to get it all together like a puzzle Birdman jr, more money than muscle [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Finger nails still smell like plastic Rubber band marks on the wrist is a habit Rubber grip Glock protect me like a bandage Tell your girlfriend, I got a log for a cabin Tell your boyfriend, I'm a dawg he a rabbit b**h I got stashes, from the mattress to the attic And we smoke patches of the cabbage, dramatic Tell the weed-man, that I'm a f**in' fanatic Mama up in the traffic, trunk full of the package If she make it to me, i'ma make the ho an actress Maxin' Relaxin' hiding behind the gla**es I have your family, ridin' behind the casket Murder capital, b**h it's time for some action n***as want peace, but we give them ho's a fraction -Of the murder rate, Don't be a part of the percentage Now break me off my penny, you piggy [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] (Yeah, i'm so good) If I ain't gettin' dough, then I'm probably dead baby The gra** gotta grow, the bears gotta be fed Don't come near the cage, if you ain't got no bread We ain't nothing but a gang, and i'm the honcho head I ain't never had nothing, but some money to turn to Some b**hes to toss up, some weed to burn through If this real sh**, then this don't concern you The days of my life, i'm just free to journal Thumbing through the pages, i'm tryin' to learn you It's hot down south, keep your heat in the thermal It might be a surpriser cuz, the sh** ain't normal Man the sh** just terrible, but the sh** ain't changing Look how [?] The city wiped out, now the city famous But Lil Wayne is the city's angel Guess who's remaining after all that drainage Weezy... Baby... (b**h)

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