Juicy J - Money Mane (Remix) lyrics

[Hook: Gangsta Boo] (x2) I need a money mane (mane) (x4) I need a n***a '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, f** me and my posse It's Juicy J, I'm a rich n***a Ain't a lot to choose, can't copy She came over clean and I left that b**h sloppy High on that Actavis, a n***a, 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 a** Everything I pay in cash, the Lambo going extra fast And the pa**enger 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 pa**enger 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 f**ing 'caine like a motherf**ing 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 f**-ah And you know I did it, I do it, like, daily f** wit' me, I'll show you how to turn a brick into a Bentley Money, money man, ten hundred grand n***a, that's a mil, that p**y deep, quicksand (deep) All up in that thang like "you it" when I do it Chain so dumb, got yo' n***a looking stupid [Hook] [Verse 3: Lola Monroe] Why y'all n***as be loafing? f** 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 b**h, straight life for it is 10 PM Stick his tongue inside the box while he chop a eighth down f** him, f** him, knock him out in the eighth round All white Lambi, call that b**h albino I know, I know, it get wetter than a wino [Verse 4: Project Pat] I'm that n***a 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)