About the Money

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T.I. - About the Money (feat. Young Thug)

We Got London On Da Track!

Bustin' out the bando

A nigga 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 bitch with some smart lips

And the F&N make my hip limp

I'm goin' fishin' with these little bitty shrimp dips

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, kno Tip there

She just wanna have a good day

Smoke way more weed than a guy in L.A

I want them birds 'til next May

Never let em fly away

What!? I heard, aye

Listen what my nigga Tip say

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

I pack an 11, I pack an 11

I ride in a gator, my shoes are Giuseppe

I'm shine like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend

Pants out the Gucci store, they stuck with lettuce

She try make the extras, I told on these bitches

When it's bout time to pay I'm a bail on these bitches

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 nigga 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'm a send 'em through your car door

My watch flooded, shit sick, got Parvo

I'm doin' it for black and yellow, free Hardo

The head honcho, nigga no Tonto, nigga

I'm quick to put some bricks in a Bronco, nigga

Niggas talk shit, well I don't respond to no nigga

No murder, no dough, no convo

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

I pack an 11, I pack an 11

I ride in a gator, my shoes are Giuseppe

I'm shine like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend

Pants out the Gucci store, they stuck with lettuce

She try make the extras, I told on these bitches

When it's bout time to pay I'm a bail on these bitches

Ay 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

Byegones, we don't let em be

Niggas disrespect me, I'm a catch a felony

If you listen I can get you paid

But not interested in shit you say

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

I pack an 11, I pack an 11

I ride in a gator, my shoes are Giuseppe

I'm shine like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend

Pants out the Gucci store, they stuck with lettuce

She try make the extras, I told on these bitches

When it's bout time to pay I'm a bail on these bitches

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 nigga wife a hood ho

Learned that from UGK back in "Pocket Full of Stones", nigga!