ฟังเพลงAbout the Money

About the Money - T.I.

(We got London On Da Track) Whoa!

Yea man TIP

To the max with it (racks!)

(I count six shots)

Bustin' out the bando

A ni**a jewelry real metal

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&N make my hip limp

I'm goin' fishin'

With these little bitty shrimp dimps

And my bank roll got a big dip

She gon' bring it on a big ship

Quite trill, no Quik Trip

I got drugs in the alley, know Tip there

She just wanna have a good day

Smoke way more w**d than a guy in L.A

I want them birds 'til next May

Never let em fly away

What? Aye buddy, aye buddy

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 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

Turn it!

I pack an 11, I pack an 11, ooh

I ride in a gator,

My shoes are Giuseppe, ooh

I'm S.L.I.M.E. like the reverend,

I shoot at the reverend, aye

Pants out the grocery store,

They stuffed with lettuce, aye

She try make the extras,

I told on these b**ches, hey

When it's bout time to pay

I'ma bail on these b**ches, hey

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"

Put your money down,

I could buck a hard 4

You playin' with it,

I'ma send 'em through your car door

My watch flooded, sh*t sick,

Got Parvo

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

Turn it!

I pack an 11, I pack an 11, ooh

I ride in a gator,

My shoes are Giuseppe, ooh

I'm S.L.I.M.E. like the reverend,

I shoot at the reverend, aye

Pants out the grocery store,

They stuffed with lettuce, aye

She try make the extras,

I told on these b**ches, hey

When it's bout time to pay

I'ma bail on these b**ches, hey

Aye, what you think

We in the neighborhood for?

Standin 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

Turn it!

I pack an 11, I pack an 11, ooh

I ride in a gator,

My shoes are Giuseppe, ooh

I'm S.L.I.M.E. like the reverend,

I shoot at the reverend, aye

Pants out the grocery store,

They stuffed with lettuce, aye

She try make the extras,

I told on these b**ches, hey

When it's bout time to pay

I'ma bail on these b**ches, hey

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"