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

Big body sway when she coming up my way
Big body swerving, baby curvy like the bay
Ice in her ring, ice for the chardonnay
Step out the stage, light to my day
Ay, drop it easy, back up, rewind and then release it
Tense, let the stress out, phone flight mode
Let them stress out

Couple racks in the bank, investments, got a couple
Book and street smart, could teach you how to hustle
Baby girl just go 'head 'cause only God can judge you
He gon' always love you
And for the other, she got

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

(Yeah) She just fuck if she wants, she just move if she feel
(Yeah) She not falling in love because niggas ain't real
(Yeah) She said tell her the truth, she just wanna know the deal
(Yeah) She go down through the dirt till there ain't one reveal

(Yeah) Because God knows it hurt her inside
(Yeah) Now the good girl gone bad

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