(Yeah) She got money in the bank
Lot more fuel left in her tank
Say she ain't takin' no chances
Niggas ain't shit
She got money in the bank
Lot more fuel left in her tank
Say she ain't takin' no chances
Niggas ain't shit

She got the bag and it's Birkin
Can't knock her off 'cause she work it over
Her body been blessed by Jehovah
Ain't got no chip on her shoulder
Everything she do is on her own
Sassy how she sit up on the throne
She's in control, got the bankroll
Keep all her business real low
Said niggas ain't shit
And she nuh trust lip
Treat man like a riddim and skip
Who got the keys to the whip?
Fendi everything, every drip
She just wanna vibe and to let go
No keys, she just vibe and she press Go
Hardcore, let her run 'til she XO
At the end of the week and she get more

She got money in the bank
Lot more fuel left in her tank
Say she ain't takin' no chances
Niggas ain't shit
She got money in the bank
Lot more fuel left in her tank
Say she ain't takin' no chances
Niggas ain't shit (yeah)

She just fuck if she want
She just move if she feel (yeah)
She not fallin' in love because niggas ain't real (yeah)
She say tell her the truth
She just wan' know the deal (yeah)
She go look through the dirt
'Til the right one reveal (yeah)
Because God knows it hurt her inside (yeah)
'Nother the good girl gone bad

She got money in the bank
Lot more fuel left in her tank
Say she ain't takin' no chances
Niggas ain't shit
She got money in the bank
Lot more fuel left in her tank
Say she ain't takin' no chances
Niggas ain't shit

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Writer(s): Brandon Walsh, Grant Che Wolton, Kemar Donaldson, Luis S Campozano, Mcculloch Reid Sutphin, Michael Crook Lohmeier