Lyrics:

It's Showtime!!

[Chorus:]
She ain't got no money in the bank
She be walkin around actin all stank
And now she at the party lookin at me
Hopin she can get saved by me
I'm lookin at her like
I ain't tryna save that girl
I ain't tryna save that girl
I ain't tryna save that girl
She got her hand out but I ain't tryna pay that girl

[Verse 1:]
Now! What yall wanna do?(do)
Wanna be Ballerz, Shot Callerz, Callerz(brawlerz)
You be ine the ride but she gon call ya
Come on dawg she want you to spaul her
Christian Dior and her new Fendi bags
Anything is good cuz its better than she had
You sittin at the bar and she lookin so sad
Talkin bout 'Uh I wanna ride in ya Jag'
'Uh uh uh, I wanna ride to ya house'
I said 'easy chick I fly to my house'
I, live so far I think I live down south
Why don't you take my pants and put it... [echo]

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
I see ya, you got ya good shoes on
And good dress on, that mean you got ya vest on
You sittin in back drinkin V Vick Lico
The Roselito, you know how we do
Before those came you wasn't fuckin with my nigga
My Homie say watsup you sayin nothin to my nigga
Come on girlfriend why is you frontin for my nigga
The come and paper, its nothin for my nigga
Don't you know we got the oney in the..(I Repeat)
D-d-don't you know we got the money
Man you ain't gettin from me or my (bank)
You betta get ya own(g-g-get out my face)(Goodbye)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
It started out soft and warm
Don't get excited I've been invited to a quiet storm
Now it's outta hand cuz she tolld 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, cuz she broke

[Chorus]