Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Swizz Beatz
Performer
Marlin "Hookman" Bonds
Additional Vocals
Young World
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kasseem Dean
Composer
Greg Taylor
Composer
C. Young
Composer
M. Bonds
Composer
Eric Barrier
Composer
W. Griffin
Composer
Sean Combs
Composer
Christopher Wallace
Composer
S. Jacobs
Composer
Jason Philips
Composer
D. Styles
Composer
K. Jones
Composer
Deric Angelettie
Composer
T. Etlinger
Composer
L. Laurie
Composer
K. Jeffries
Composer
Akinyele Adams
Composer
R. Hargis
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Marlin "Hookman" Bonds
Producer
Carlisle Young
Co-Producer
Rob Kinelski
Recording Engineer
Chris Theis
Mixing Engineer
Greg Taylor
Co-Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
She ain't got no money in the bank
She be walking around acting all stank
And now she at the party looking at me
Hoping she could get saved by me
I'm looking at her like I ain't trying to save that girl
I ain't trying to save that girl
I ain't trying to save that girl
She got her hand open like I'm finna pay that girl
[Verse 2]
Now what yall wanna do?
Wanna be ballers? Shot callers? Brawlers?
Give her your number, I bet she gon' call ya
Come on dog, she want ya to spoil her
Christian Dior or them new Fendi bags
Anything is good 'cause it's better than she had
She sitting at the bar and she looking so sad
Talking about 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 or put it in your mouth?
[Verse 3]
She ain't got no money in the bank
She be walking around acting all stank
And now she at the party looking at me
Hoping she could get saved by me
I'm looking at her like I ain't trying to save that girl
I ain't trying to save that girl
I ain't trying to save that girl
She got her hand open like I'm finna pay that girl
[Verse 4]
I see ya, you got your good shoes on
And your good dress on, I mean you got your best on
We was sitting at the back drinking Vive and Clico
The Roselito, you know how we do
Before them bottles came, you wasn't **** with my ******
My homie say what's up, you saying nothing to my *****
Come on girlfriend, why you fronting for my ******
When it comes to paper, it's nothing for my ******
Don't you know, we got that (Money in the bank)
Don't you know, we got that (Money in the bank)
Man, you ain't getting nothing from me or my bank
Better get your own, get out my face
[Verse 5]
She ain't got no money in the bank
She be walking around acting all stank
And now she at the party looking at me
Hoping she could get saved by me
I'm looking at her like I ain't trying to save that girl
I ain't trying to save that girl
I ain't trying to save that girl
She got her hand open like I'm finna pay that girl
[Verse 6]
It started out soft and warm
Don't get excited, I've been invited to a quiet storm
And now it's outta hand 'cause she told me she hate me
And then she said what the hell I done lately
First 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 the song I sing 'cause she broke
[Verse 7]
She ain't got no money in the bank
She be walking around acting all stank
And now she at the party looking at me
Hoping she could get saved by me
I'm looking at her like I ain't trying to save that girl
I ain't trying to save that girl
I ain't trying to save that girl
She got her hand open like I'm finna pay that girl
Written by: Akinyele Adams, C. Young, Christopher Wallace, D. Styles, Deric Angelettie, E. Barrier, Greg Taylor, Jason Philips, K. Jeffries, K. Jones, Kasseem Dean, Kia Yvette Jeffries, L. Laurie, M. Bonds, Marlin Donnell Bonds, R. Hargis, Reginald J. Hargis, S. Jacobs, Sean Combs, T. Etlinger, Terry M. Etlinger, W. Griffin