Juelz Santana
Duffle Bag Boy (Remix)
[Intro: Lil Wayne]
More weed, more syrup, shoot with that {316 Production}
And if you can't feel it I'mma touch ya
Nothin' makes a situation better than chedda
And I'm cuttin' through that cheese like a Shredder
So I guess I'm famous like a Ninja Turtle
But I ain't got nothin', nothin' but money
Cuz if I don't do, if I don't do

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
If I don't do nothin' I'ma ball
I'm countin' all day like the clock on the wall
Now go and get ya money lil' duffle bag boy
Say go and get ya money lil' duffle bag boy (Remix baby) (Get money)
I ain't never ran from a n***a
And I damn sho' ain't bout to pick today to start runnin' (Remix baby)
Look honey, I ain't never ran from a n***a
And I damn sho' ain't bout to pick today to start runnin' (Get money)

[Lil Wayne]
The block is hot, the flow is so ice cold
Walkin' into the bank, honey I am home
I get more that shit, ya got me dancin' on
Anotha planet to screw, Janet Jackson song
I talk real crazy, but they still pay me
Said goodbye to the game, but I'm still wavin'
And no disrespect to the lil' ladies
But fuck nine months, I hustle all year baby
All yeah baby, I know you lovin' that
Thee be where the d be, dope boy wit a duffle bag
Wit a duffle bag til they put it in the air
Call me Mr. President or call me Mr. Ever Care
Or Mr. Everywhere or Mr. Never Care
Or Mr. Never Scared, no you could never scare
Me, yeah me in the kitchen wit that big pot
Bitch I'm on my, bitch I'm on my tank top, tick tock

[Hook]

[Juelz Santana]
I'mma get 'em my attention
Ok Dipset, Santana, let's go, ya dig?

Aye I push those whips, pass those hoes
Got a money overload, my duffle bag won't close (uh oh)
I'm driving by, you just standin' starin'
We flyin' high, you just prepare for landin'
I'm so fresh from my stitchin' to my belt
From my jewels to my shoes, I take pictures of myself (Cheese)
And that money's my wife, she ain't signin' a prenup
She gon love me for life (why), cuz I know how to treat her

[Birdman]
Stunna Man so I'm headin' to the Phantom shop
Cop 3 now I'm headin' to the rim shop
Took a Jet to Jersey on Ms. Lee's island
You know me homey, bout this money and power
Big, timin', straight, hustlin'
Up-town, wit the, muscle
Get, money, dark, shades
Stay, high, ready, spray

[Hook] - 2X