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conversations.value: Write me a song called Money In Da Bank with the following description: This is a freestyle, and is the 16th track of The Suffix Mixtape.
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conversations.value: [Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
  Benjamin Franklin, I adore you
  If it ain't about money baby, I ignore you
  I gotta keep the car running, I get oil
  Destination quite far, But i'ma get there for you
  Yea, are we there yet? Hopping off the clear jet
  Rocks got my neck scratched, ice got my ears wet
  Dice game, big benz, tell that nigga spend his ho
  Drop a hundred-thousand on the diamond, what we livin' fo
  Shit why we hustlin'? Nigga why you buggin'?
  My money like PMS, shit come monthly
  Here come your woman, with all that lustin'
  Bitch all on a nigga bread like mustard
  Bitch all in a nigga bed like covers
  Bitch go down, so low like shovels
  I'm just tryin' to get it all together like a puzzle
  Birdman jr, more money than muscle
  [Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
  Finger nails still smell like plastic
  Rubber band marks on the wrist is a habit
  Rubber grip Glock protect me like a bandage
  Tell your girlfriend, I got a log for a cabin
  Tell your boyfriend, I'm a dawg he a rabbit
  Bitch I got stashes, from the mattress to the attic
  And we smoke patches of the cabbage, dramatic
  Tell the weed-man, that I'm a fuckin' fanatic
  Mama up in the traffic, trunk full of the package
  If she make it to me, i'ma make the ho an actress
  Maxin' Relaxin' hiding behind the glasses
  I have your family, ridin' behind the casket
  Murder capital, bitch it's time for some action
  Niggas want peace, but we give them ho's a fraction
  -Of the murder rate, Don't be a part of the percentage
  Now break me off my penny, you piggy [Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
  (Yeah, i'm so good)
  If I ain't gettin' dough, then I'm probably dead baby
  The grass gotta grow, the bears gotta be fed
  Don't come near the cage, if you ain't got no bread
  We ain't nothing but a gang, and i'm the honcho head
  I ain't never had nothing, but some money to turn to
  Some bitches to toss up, some weed to burn through
  If this real shit, then this don't concern you
  The days of my life, i'm just free to journal
  Thumbing through the pages, i'm tryin' to learn you
  It's hot down south, keep your heat in the thermal
  It might be a surprising cuz the shit ain't normal
  Man the shit just terrible, but the shit ain't changing
  Look how one band [...] make the changes
  The city wiped out, now the city famous
  But Lil Wayne is the city's angel
  Guess who's remaining after all that drainage
  Weezy... Baby... (bitch)