Money In The Bank

*featuring Mack Maine

[Introduction:]

Money, I'm paid (blast off on these niggas)

[Chorus: x4]

I got money on the drank

And half on the dank

(The greatest DJ in the world), (east side)

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

Yeah, thank god I'm a millionaire

Hard body, these other boys teddy bears

Fuck with me momma, I know you want a G

And I'm a real blood, if you want R&B

Just call me Carter honey, if you can't say the baby

Bitch I'm so fuckin' hot, I feel radiated

Hoe I'm so fuckin' fly, my eyes are aviaters

I'm stuck at the top floor in the elevater

Cause I'm high, dumb high

Nigga, I could look into the sun's eyes

Young guy, but rich though

And I keep a rag on me like a 64, like a 64

You know I got that bounce

It's mister-quick-to-pour-a-eighth into a 20 ounce

Okay I'm Terminater, you niggas Minnie Mouse

And I'm Young Money, anyhow

[Chorus: x9]

I got money on the drank (drank)

And half on the dank (dank)

(Mack Mizzle)

[Verse 2: Mack Maine]

It's hood shit baby, so you know it's all thug's

Rockstar life, lotta sex and alot a drug's

It's OG Kush, purple dro and kind bud

Have a real nigga feelin' like he's so fucked up

Have a fake nigga feelin' like he's so bucked up

There go the weed man, spitta back the truck up

There go the lean man, thugga we done lucked up

I mix the two dro by my bitch and then we rough fuck

I leave a Crego to the lot and pick a Jag' up

If you was in my shoes, nigga you could brag cause

Weezy Wee got me, Baby he got me

Young Money, Cash Money, bitch that's my posse

40. cals with brokes, safeties just try to rob me

Million dollar man Ted DiBiase

Now let me tell you, if I'm missin' a bush

Shit'll get ugly than New York from the Flavor Of Love

[Chorus x9]

Now we lean (lean) out our minds (out our minds)

Rest In Peace to DJ Screw, we on the grind (on the grind)

Cause we lean (lean) out our minds (out our minds)

Rest In Peace to DJ Screw, we on the grind (on the grind)