Money Mane (Remix)

[Hook: Gangsta Boo] (x2) I need a money mane (mane) (x4) I need a nigga 'bout his business Got money, gon' spend it Go to sleep up in it and don't stop till he finish [Verse 1: Juicy J] Whole box of that Bombay, fuck me and my posse It's Juicy J, I'm a rich nigga Ain't a lot to choose, can't copy She came over clean and I left that bitch sloppy High on that Actavis, a nigga, I stay glossy Zan bars and molly, I be on designer If you let your chick go, I swear that you won't find her My diamonds gon' blind her, Louis V remind her Big bags of that cash, blowing hoes who shaking ass Everything I pay in cash, the Lambo going extra fast And the passenger is extra bad We flying in the whip and I'm smoking gas That check ain't never gon' stop, that's why you extra mad [Hook] (x2) [Verse 2: 2 Chainz] I drop weight, that's how I get a load off Pitbull in my passenger seat is my road dog If your girl ride with me, she take her clothes off I'm smoking on the strongest pack till I dose off Me and Project Pat-ah, this the new chapter All this fucking 'caine like a motherfucking cap-ah And I'm from the A, I'm bout to bring it back-ah Tip blocked the way and Ludacris is a actor Burning like tobacco, southside trapper Spell 'south' wit' a F, the 'F' stand for fuck-ah And you know I did it, I do it, like, daily Fuck wit' me, I'll show you how to turn a brick into a Bentley Money, money man, ten hundred grand Nigga, that's a mil, that pussy deep, quicksand (deep) All up in that thang like "you it" when I do it Chain so dumb, got yo' nigga looking stupid [Hook] [Verse 3: Lola Monroe] Why y'all niggas be loafing? Fuck is up with that bread? I ain't the type to be open, 'less you talking that head Pounds up in that trash bag, bricks up in that MCM I ain't tripping off no bitch, straight life for it is 10 PM Stick his tongue inside the box while he chop a eighth down Fuck him, fuck him, knock him out in the eighth round All white Lambi, call that bitch albino I know, I know, it get wetter than a wino [Verse 4: Project Pat] I'm that nigga that ya looking for, clean, ho, forget the toes Chandeliers in my ears and a pocket full of dough Polo boots, Polo shirt, in demand like some purp Ain't gon' bust a nut, baby girl, till that coochie squirt All night on them pills, blowing weed, popping bottles Pouring rosé in your cup, baby, gon' take a swallow I buy these hoes nice things, cooking candy rings I sell 'em good dreams while they eating ding-a-ling [Hook] (x2)