Lil Wayne, Mack Maine - Money in the Bank lyrics
Lil Wayne [Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.] New Orleans, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Wayne, Mack Maine - Money in the Bank lyrics]
Money, I'm paid (blast off on these niggas)
I got money on the drank
And half on the dank
(The greatest DJ in the world, east side)
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
Ho 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
I got money on the drank (drank)
And half on the dank (dank, Mack Mizzle)
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 cuz
Weezy Wee got me, Baby he got me
Young Money, Cash Money, bitch that's
My posse40 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
I got money on the drank
And half on the dank
(The greatest DJ in the world, east side)
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)
I got money on the drank
And half on the dank
(The greatest DJ in the world, east side)
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
Ho 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
I got money on the drank (drank)
And half on the dank (dank, Mack Mizzle)
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 cuz
Weezy Wee got me, Baby he got me
Young Money, Cash Money, bitch that's
My posse40 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
I got money on the drank
And half on the dank
(The greatest DJ in the world, east side)
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)