All About The Money [feat. Rick Ross] (Album Version)

Boss

Big Gucci

It's about the money,nigga

I'm on my way to see my PO

I ain't talkin' no probation office

Talkin' 'bout my PO partner just sent me 3 million dollars

What the fuck that mean, nigga?

All my ho's go to the beauty parlor

Bought my ma a house today

I'll buy my auntie one tomorrow

I just left the Phantom lot, I didn't do no paperwork

300k my paperwork, just like the New Boyz, I'm a jerk

You bring your girl, you'll finish her 'cause like R. Kelly I'm a flirt

I got work like babe and 'em ghetto boy like facin' 'em

It ain't no mistaken him, hottest boys out Drake and him

Me, Juiceman, and Waka and 'em, ride around with choppas, pimp

So how the hell you chop a blimp, you water balloon waffle wimp?

There's no land next to Gucci money, just ask Shoka Shocka and 'em

Early buzz at the door, word

My country boys they want some more birds

Early in the mornin', later in the evenin'

I'm all about that money man even when I'm sleeping

I'm all about that money

Don't make me send my goons to gunnin'

I'm all about that money

Don't make me send my goons to gunnin'

All about my money nigga, run with my monopoly

Money my philosophy, cocaine on my property

Yeah, that bitch a stripper, but there so much she can offer me

Gave me the connection, send me 7, say it all for me

Money build my confidence, shawty show your competence

Before I get another bitch 'cause I be on some other shit

Higher than a mother ship, Louie in my 7 Trae

Gucci in my other shit, Gucci pass the other day

30 rounds then I'ma get 'em, I can make a Hummer flip

I can make a hundred flip, that's one Bahamas trip

Make your momma strip, I'm 'bout that dead prez

So for the bread I make you play a game of Simon Says

Early buzz at the door, word

My country boys they want some more birds

Early in the mornin', later in the evenin'

I'm all about that money man even when I'm sleeping

I'm all about that money

Don't make me send my goons to gunnin'

I'm all about that money

Don't make me send my goons to gunnin'

Like Batman, Robin we be floggin', mobbin' inside Aston Martins

Beg your pardon Gucci darlin', more check than a Czechoslavan

What's your motherfuckin' problem? Ross and Gucci, I'ma rob 'em

How you gonna rob the robbers? These home boys got too much armor

We got so much jewelry on, we just make your vision dizzy

Give your ass a charm and watch it make your fingers pissin'

Damn it boy, I'm spillin' krissy, yellow bitches blowin' kisses

Ricky Ross about them digits on the stage or in the kitchen

A-Town ATL MIA Yo

West Coast East Coast(For them !)

This city is dope , nigga !

Early buzz at the door, word

My country boys they want some more birds

Early in the mornin', later in the evenin'

I'm all about that money man even when I'm sleeping

I'm all about that money

Don't make me send my goons to gunnin'

I'm all about that money

Don't make me send my goons to gunnin'

Word