-M The number one, never two If I was her, I'd take you for your stash Brand new B.M., get you for your cash And Aaliyah don't want you, for her songs
Legal help, yes we had plenty Bank-accounts are easy to empty Everybody's trying to help Everyone is so friendly Oh yeah And we all come down Don't
Atlanta) [Verse 1: B.o.B] Number 1 on your playlist, one of Atlanta's bravest They wondering how I deal with the fame I villainified, this gravy Shout out to all the ladies I don
me by Paranoia on my mind, but I don't know why Somethin bout the times when I'm at the bank standin in line Don't say much, keep a straight face If
if you had one chance So airplane, airplane sorry I'm late I'm on my way so don't close that gate If I don't make that then I switch my flight And I'll
I lost my touch by much I just been chillin' at the bank like aye! Show me to the safe Had to get my papers straight Now I'm okay Now it's back to the lab, yes back to the bank Six So don
love somebody I got to love somebody I want somebody to love me You need money, go to the bank, dear You need honey, look for the bees You need love, baby Don
You're the greatest thing in my life, baby Without your love, baby I don't know just what I would do Years of loving you, you've been so true I believe
such a sweet young thing Why you do this to yourself?" She looked at me and this is what she said: "Oh, there ain't no rest for the wicked, Money don
I ain't with it I don't need D's on me, I'm already dodgin Feds When the shots from the revolver spread Duck, I don't discriminate, leave CEO's and artists
bread I ain't with it I don't need D's on me I'm already dodgin feds When the shots from the revolver spread Duck that don't discriminate leave CEO's
bout niggas and shit I know I'm doin' good right? You got these faggot ass niggas hatin' on you You laughin' all the way to the bank man New album comin
money if you getting money If you getting money, just throw it in the bag, Just throw it in the bag, I just throw it in the bag, I don't know how much
money If you gettin money, just throw it in the bag [Verse 1 - Fabolous] It's Mr. "Throw It In The Bag", I just throw it in the bag I don't know how
Drivers running by Alone in their cars Don?t stop for me I look out of place In their daily race For I take my time How I love to stroll Along deadly
fill my tank So let's crack open your piggy bank Hey little girl going window shopping I got something traffic stopping Hey, little girl on a spending spree I don
is your size That new, cute mubble, get you horses to drive I paint that picture, cause ain't no nigga Like the one you get from, Mike holla [Michael Jackson] I don