About the Money 歌詞
About the Money - T.I./Young Thug
We got landing on a train!
Bustin' out the bando
A ni**a jewelry real metal
Like a can opener
I went from rags to riches to a feature
With Tip
I went from Smart Car to a b**ch with
Some smart lips
And the F&M at my hip lip
I'm goin' fishin' with these little
Bitty strip dips
And my bank roll got a big dip
She gon' bring it on a big ship, oh!
Quite trill, no Quik Trip
I got drugs in the alley, no tip there
She just wanna have a GOOD DAY
Smoke more w**d on way
Than a guy in L.A
I want them birds 'til next May
Never let 'em fly away
What!? I heard A
Listen what my ni**a Tip say
If it ain't about the money
Don't be blowin' me up,
Ni**a I ain't gettin' up
If it ain't about the money
Ain't no use in you ringin' my line,
Stop wastin' my time
If it ain't about the money
Nah, I can't even hear what you say,
I ain't feel do sh*t
If it ain't about the money
B**ch, you can miss me with it,
B**ch ni**a miss me with it
I'm packin' 11,
I'm packin' 11
I ride in a gator,
My shoes are Guiseppe
I'm slime like the reverend,
I shoot at the reverend
Pants out the Gucci store,
They stuck with lettuce
She try make the extras
I tell on these b**ches
When it's my time to pay
I'ma bail on these b**ches
Ay what you think we in the
Neighborhood for?
Standin' at the corner store with
A pocket full of dough
I'll be damned if a ni**a
Wife a hood hoe
Learned that from UGK back in
"Pocket Full of Stones"
Put your money down like
Ya book a hard 4
You playin' with it,
I'ma send 'em through your car door
My watch flooded sh*t sick got pavo
I'm doin' it for black and yellow,
Free hardo
The head honcho,
Ni**a no Tonto, ni**a
I'm quick to put some bricks
In a Bronco, ni**a
Niggas talk sh*t,
Well I don't respond to no ni**a
No murder, no dough,
No convo ni**a
If it ain't about the money
Don't be blowin' me up,
Ni**a I ain't gettin' up
If it ain't about the money
Ain't no use in you ringin' my line,
Stop wastin' my time
If it ain't about the money
Nah I can't even hear what you say,
I ain't finna do sh*t
If it ain't about the money
B**ch, you can miss me with it,
B**ch ni**a miss me with it
I'm packin' 11, I'm packin' 11
I ride in a gator,
My shoes are Guiseppe
I'm slime like the reverend,
I shoot at the reverend
Pants out the Gucci store,
They stuck with lettuce
She try make the extras
I tell on these b**ches
When it's my time to pay
I'ma bail on these b**ches
What you think we in the neighborhood
Fo' standing in the trap slangin
Good blow
Maybach used to slang that crack
Buy a stolen car while he bang that AK
If you ever took a loss better
Bring that back
Catcha' witcha' betcha' heat will
Blow your brains bout that
Know you better be,
On your best behavior
When addressing me
Because, bye-gones,
We don't let em be
Niggas disrespect me,
I'm a catch a felony
For real,
If you listen I can get you paid
But not interested in sh*t you say
If it ain't about the money
Don't be blowin' me up,
Ni**a I ain't gettin' up
If it ain't about the money
Ain't no use in you ringin' my line,
Stop wastin' my time
If it ain't about the money
Nah I can't even hear what you say,
I ain't finna do sh*t
If it ain't about the money
B**ch, you can miss me with it,
B**ch ni**a miss me with it
I'm packin' 11, I'm packin' 11
I ride in a gator,
My shoes are Guiseppe
I'm slime like the reverend,
I shoot at the reverend
Pants out the Gucci store,
They stuck with lettuce
She try make the extras
I tell on these b**ches
When it's my time to pay
I'ma bail on these b**ches
Ay, what you think we
In the neighborhood for?
Standin' at the corner store with
A pocket full of dough
I'll be damned if a ni**a
Wife a hood ho
Learned that from UGK back
In "Pocket Full of Stones" ni**a