Artist: T.I. (Feat Lil Wayne, Young Jeezy & Young Thug)
Album: –
Year: 2014
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[Verse 1 – Young Jeezy]
I step up in this bitch like Moses
Damn right motherfucker, Red Sea got departed
This is that all “About The Money” remix
Well I’mma kill it motherfucker before it even get started
The chrome to the bricks, nigga rag to the riches
Damn right, nigga did it with his soul
Nigga still livin’ like a G
Keep some niggas ’round me
That’ll kill your ass like some Ebola
Serve ’em out the Range Rover
I swear my Rollie stay shining like a rainbow
I took that money machine, filled it with hella green
You be shining like I sprayed you with some oil sheen
DC Young Fly, now what the fuck you mean?
Young said he Seen It All, now what the fuck y’all seen?
Grow up in the right, came in a helicopter
David Beckham, way I kick it like I’m playing hella soccer
I turn the valet to a helipad
Nigga straight walk up in the bitch like I’m Nino
From the coat on my back to the shoes on my feet
Everything on me Valentino
I’m talkin’ Boyz In Tha Hood went solo nigga
Testarossa back then, ex polo nigga
Niggas still on my dick, what you a homo nigga?
When you sayin’ my name it’s free promo nigga
[Chorus – T.I.]
If it ain’t about the money
Don’t be blowin’ me up, nigga 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 shit
If it ain’t about the money
Bitch you can miss me with it, bitch nigga miss me with it
Turn it
[Verse 2 – T.I.]
What you think I’m standin’ in the trap for?
With the full automatic at the back door
Cause when it’s on know it’s on, call me king Corleone
I’mma keep it 1,000 like a crack hoe
Give a damn if you flat broke
I’m filthy rich, I’m still the same, that’s a fact though
Oh yeah, we all about the money nigga
All you got is money when my name hold weight like a fat hoe
[Verse 3 – Young Thug]
I can never join in the game unless I’m careful
Milkin’ these niggas even though I’m fuckin’ lactose
Take off on the cops, momma said don’t look back bro
I’m in New York and I’m ballin’ just like a Net though
I’m drinkin’ bubblegum pink like Pepto-Bismol
Bet she wanna come through and get low
I’mma be with Haitians or my Zoe’s
Tip tell these niggas bro
[Verse 4 – T.I.]
Bank roll mafia, yeah we all we retarded
I’mma give you 15 from the carpet
Hit you in the leg, in your head then your face
When you dead, bet ya I’mma take your place on the Forbes list
So better remember with the bullshit partna
I’ll be hopping out your bushes with a full clip, got ’em
I’ll take a big stick to a fuck-nigga neck
Swinging at a collar like a pinata
[Verse 5 – Lil Wayne]
I’mma beast with the choppa, I’m the same without it
Graduated from the lean, that’s my alma mater
I’mma shoot ’em in his head, he say: “look at my roof”
No sticks, no seeds, only Kush in my Kush
Make a nigga commit suicide and call it a selfie
I get M’s like mmm-mmm-mmm
I’m an asshole, I’m full of myself
You get an ass hole full of my foot
They find yo’ ass in the woods when they look
And these hoes ain’t as good as they look
I need to take my own advice though
Cause if the pussy good then I’m good
Where yo’ ghetto pass nigga?
I been big since a little ass nigga
You little ass nigga, you don’t get a pass nigga
Started as a middle class nigga
When I blew up, I ain’t even hear the blast nigga
I was chillin’, smokin’ on the loud
Focused on the future, but I need my money now
Don’t give me the runaround
Upstairs in my mansion, knock-knock, who’s there?
I ain’t even comin’ down
[Chorus – T.I. & (Lil Wayne)]
If it ain’t about the money
Don’t be blowin’ me up, nigga I ain’t gettin’ up (Tune)
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 shit
If it ain’t about the money
Bitch you can miss me with it, bitch nigga miss me with it (remix babbyyy)
Turn it
[Verse 6 – Young Thug]
I get money on a very rainy day
And I would love to spray your face with Olay
No computer cause you she never want a space head
I swallow mama and she swear in the place head
I’mma big G dinosaur B
You know, YSL takin’ over streets
And I can’t see where it’s jealousy
I’mma treat a man like he supposed to be
I’m a blood nigga, don’t try to approach me
Girl let’s hit like Kobe or Ginobili
And then I Gucci emoji, can’t ignore me
Her booty pop just like a circus, baby show me
I might just take off on that broad cause she don’t know me
There he go, take that bitch’s macaroni
No scale, but my bitches say I’m boney
Lil’ mama still blushing at the old me
[Verse 7 – T.I.]
Nigga thuggin’ in the Impala, whole Hustle Gang follow
Coming from a hundred thousand to another million dollars
You finna fuck around and get yo’ ass whooped dog
We send you bullets ’bout the size of a football
I got a youngin’ with a shotti, charge a hundred for a body
I’ll pay that to watch a motherfucker football
Ayo, units of the yayo since I was a day old
Uncle taught me say: “hasta la wago”
If it ain’t about the money
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