Money In The Bank
DJ Drama/Lil Scrappy/Young Buck Lyrics


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Okay-kay-kay-kay
G's up
Lil Scrappy
I got money
BME, (BME), money in the bank
G-Unit!

I got money in the bank (yea)
Shawty, what you drank?

I'm a get that dough and fuck with dem hos
Young ladies that know me, know Scrappy's a pro
Fill up at the bar, go get a massage
Find me a couple, we can make it a menage
You be tryin' hard, but, nigga, don't start
You be doin' shit is gon' get you to the morgue
I go get that paper, a mega fuckin' watch
I be pullin' out knots that can buy me a yacht
Hold on, baby, please, go get on yo' knees
If you don't do it for me then do it for the cheese (yeah)
I got extra weed (yeah), money long like sleeves (yeah)
If a nigga try to creep, I got extra heat
Got a bank account with a large amount
If a nigga wanna talk, nigga, we can let it bounce (bounce)
Take it outside, nigga; fuck fallin' back
Killers run up in the club, ballin' with a bigger stack

Two step with me, let me show you how it goes
The Murcielago, lemme show you how it rolls
I got a Bentley that I only drove one time
50 bought it for me, shorty, but it's still mine
My Chevy clean, and the paint look like lemon-lime
You wanna shine; it ain't hard; just get on your grind
We keep a bankroll wallet full of credit cards
Cup full of Cristal, box full of cigars
Dirty South tatted on my back; I'm country
She said she like the way I talk; these hos love me
Club goin' crazy; we throwin' out stacks
G-Unit South, yeah, tell the DJ bring it back
See, I'm A-Town stompin' in a A-Town hat
But I'm reppin' Tennessee like my homey Project Pat
It ain't 'bout where you from, homeboy, it's where you at
Scrappy beat me on the dice, yeah
It's cool
I'll be back
Cause I got

50 got me, Lil Jon got me
I got a big-ass squad, how you gon' stop me?
Y'all niggaz watch me rise to the top
My shit gon' sell, yo' shit gon' flop
Lil Jon got me, 50 got me
I got a big-ass family, how you gon' stop me?




Y'all niggaz watch me rise to the top
My shit gon' sell, yo' shit gon' flop

Overall Meaning

Money in the Bank by DJ Drama, Lil Scrappy, and Young Buck is a song about flaunting one's wealth and status. The lyrics talk about having a lot of money in the bank and being able to spend it on extravagances like cars, jewelry, and nights out on the town. The song is heavy on machismo and braggadocio, with each rapper trying to outdo the other in terms of how rich they are and how many women they can attract.


Young Buck starts off the song by boasting about his bank account and how he can afford to buy a yacht. He talks about how he can pull out huge sums of money and impress the ladies. Lil Scrappy takes over the second verse, discussing his car collection and how he can make it rain in the club. He also talks about how he's a ladies' man and how his sexual prowess has earned him a reputation. DJ Drama comes in for the final verse and talks about how his squad is unbeatable and how he's destined for greatness.


Overall, Money in the Bank is a song that celebrates excess and the trappings of wealth. The lyrics are meant to inspire envy and admiration from listeners, who are encouraged to aspire to the same level of financial success as the rappers in the song.


Line by Line Meaning

I got money in the bank (yea)
I have a substantial amount of money in my bank account.


Shawty, what you drank?
What are you drinking, my dear?


I'm a get that dough and fuck with dem hos
I am going to make lots of money and have sexual relations with various women.


Young ladies that know me, know Scrappy's a pro
Women who are familiar with me are aware of my sexual abilities and expertise.


Fill up at the bar, go get a massage
Spend money on drinks at the bar and then receive a massage.


Find me a couple, we can make it a menage
Help me locate a couple, so that we can engage in a threesome.


You be tryin' hard, but, nigga, don't start
You are attempting too hard, but you should not start anything.


You be doin' shit is gon' get you to the morgue
Your actions will lead you to the morgue.


I go get that paper, a mega fuckin' watch
I obtain money and purchase an expensive watch.


I be pullin' out knots that can buy me a yacht
I pull out bundles of cash that are worth enough to buy me a yacht.


Hold on, baby, please, go get on yo' knees
Wait, please, and then kneel down.


If you don't do it for me then do it for the cheese (yeah)
If you will not do it for me, then do it for the money.


I got extra weed (yeah), money long like sleeves (yeah)
I have additional marijuana and a vast amount of money.


If a nigga try to creep, I got extra heat
If someone attempts to sneak up on me, I have additional weaponry.


Got a bank account with a large amount
I have a bank account with a significant sum of money.


If a nigga wanna talk, nigga, we can let it bounce (bounce)
If someone wants to argue, we can fight it out.


Take it outside, nigga; fuck fallin' back
Let's go outside and fight, and not retreat.


Killers run up in the club, ballin' with a bigger stack
Dangerous individuals come into the club, flaunting more money.


Two step with me, let me show you how it goes
Dance with me and learn the two-step dance.


The Murcielago, lemme show you how it rolls
Let me demonstrate how to drive a Murcielago.


I got a Bentley that I only drove one time
I possess a Bentley that I have driven once.


50 bought it for me, shorty, but it's still mine
50 Cent purchased it for me, but it still belongs to me.


My Chevy clean, and the paint look like lemon-lime
My Chevy is neat and has paint that resembles lemon-lime.


You wanna shine; it ain't hard; just get on your grind
If you desire to stand out, it is simple; work hard.


We keep a bankroll wallet full of credit cards
We carry a wallet full of cash and credit cards.


Cup full of Cristal, box full of cigars
I possess a glass filled with Cristal champagne and a box filled with cigars.


Dirty South tatted on my back; I'm country
I have the words 'Dirty South' tattooed on my back; I hail from the countryside.


She said she like the way I talk; these hos love me
She informed me that she enjoys the way I speak; women adore me.


Club goin' crazy; we throwin' out stacks
The club is wild, and we are tossing money around.


G-Unit South, yeah, tell the DJ bring it back
G-Unit South; order the DJ to rewind the track.


See, I'm A-Town stompin' in a A-Town hat
I am stomping around, representing A-Town while donning an A-Town hat.


But I'm reppin' Tennessee like my homey Project Pat
However, I am also representing Tennessee, just like my friend, Project Pat.


It ain't 'bout where you from, homeboy, it's where you at
It does not matter where you are from, friend; what matters is where you are now.


Scrappy beat me on the dice, yeah
Scrappy defeated me while playing dice.


It's cool
It is fine; there are no hard feelings.


I'll be back
I will return.


50 got me, Lil Jon got me
50 Cent and Lil Jon have my back.


I got a big-ass squad, how you gon' stop me?
I have a substantial team; how will you be able to halt my progress?


Y'all niggaz watch me rise to the top
You all will witness me ascend to the top.


My shit gon' sell, yo' shit gon' flop
My music will be successful, while yours will not.


I got a big-ass family, how you gon' stop me?
I have a vast family; how do you plan to impede me?


Y'all niggaz watch me rise to the top
You all will witness me ascend to the top.


My shit gon' sell, yo' shit gon' flop
My music will be successful, while yours will not.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: JOE GALDO, LAWRENCE DERMER, RAFAEL VIGIL

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