Klingeltöne Swizz Beatz - Money In the Bank

It's showtime! She ain't got no money in the bank She be walking 'round actin' all stank And now she at the party looking at me Hopin' she can get saved by me I'm lookin at her like (right) I ain't tryna save that girl (no sir!) I ain't tryna save that girl (no sir!) I ain't tryna save that girl (no sir!) She got her hand up but I tryna pay that girl Now, what ya'll wanna do? (do) Wanna be ballers, shot callers, brawlers Give me ur numba I bet she gon call ya Come on dawg she want u to spoil her Christian Dior and them new Fendi bags Anything is good cause it's better than she had She sitting at the bar and she's lookin' so sad Something 'bout, uh-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 and put it in yo mouth She ain't got no money in the bank She be walking 'round actin' all stank And now she at the party looking at me Hopin' she can get saved by me I'm lookin at her like (right) I ain't tryna save that girl (no sir!) I ain't tryna save that girl (no sir!) I ain't tryna save that girl (no sir!) She got her hand up but I tryna pay that girl I see ya, you got ya best shoes on Good dress on, I mean you got your best on I'm sitting at the back drankin' viva glico The caroselito, you know how we do Before them models came you wasn't fuckin with my niggas My homies say wassup you saying nothing to my niggas Come on girlfriend why you fronting for my niggas They come and that paper is nothing for my niggas Don't you know we got that money in the (money in the bank) I repeat Don't you know we got that (money in the bank) You ain't getting none from me or my bank Better get you own, g-g-get out my face (face) Goodbye (goodbye) She ain't got no money in the bank She be walking 'round actin' all stank And now she at the party looking at me Hopin' she can get saved by me I'm lookin at her like (right) I ain't tryna save that girl (no sir!) I ain't tryna save that girl (no sir!) I ain't tryna save that girl (no sir!) She got her hand up but I tryna pay that girl It started like soft and warm Don't get excited, I've been invited to the quiet storm Now it's out of hand cause she told me she hate me And then she said "what the hell I've done lately" Plus she said all she want is love and affection Let me be your angel, and I'll be your protection Took her out bought her all kinds of things But it wasn't enough, so this is the song I sing 'Cause she broke She ain't got no money in the bank She be walking 'round actin' all stank And now she at the party looking at me Hopin' she can get saved by me I'm lookin at her like (right) I ain't tryna save that girl (no sir!) I ain't tryna save that girl (no sir!) I ain't tryna save that girl (no sir!) She got her hand up but I tryna pay that girl Hey, hey, hey, hey No Sir! Hey, hey, hey, hey No Sir! Hey, hey, hey, hey Goodbye Hey, hey, hey, hey No Sir! Hey, hey, hey, hey No Sir! Hey, hey, hey, hey No Sir! Hey, hey, hey, hey