About the Money 歌詞
About the Money - Todays Hits
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