About the Money

We got London on da track

Woah

Yeah, man, T.I.P in this motherfucker with me nigga

To the max with it

Racks

I count six shots

Bustin' out the bando (woo)

A nigga jewelry, real metal like a can opener (bling)

I went from rags to riches to a feature with Tip (woo)

I went from Smart Car to a bitch with some smart lips(skrrr)

And the F&N make my hip limp(Gah)

I'm goin' fishin' with these little bitty shrimp dips (Woo)

And my bankroll got a big dip (Woo)

She gon bring it on a big ship (sheesh, sheesh)

Huh, Quite trill, no Quik Trip (sheesh, sheesh)

I got drugs in the alley, no tip there (woo)

Ay She just wanna have a good day (what)

Smoke way more weed than a guy in LA (goddamn)

I want them birds 'til next May (goddamn)

Never let em fly away (what)

Ay What Hey what

Listen what my nigga Tip say

If it ain't about the money (yeah)

Don't be blowin' me up, nigga I ain't gettin' up(brr)

If it ain't about the money (hello)

Ain't no use in you ringin' my line, stop wastin' my time (bye bruh)

If it ain't about the money

Nah, I can't even hear what you say, I ain't finna do shit(I ain't finna do shit my nigga)

If it ain't about the money

Bitch, you can miss me with it, bitch nigga miss me with it (tell em)

I'm packin' 11, I'm packin' 11 (boom turn it) boo

I ride in a gator, my shoes are Giuseppe (turn up, uh, watcha, what they say gah) eii

I'm slime like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend (bah, uh nigga, boom what)

Pants out the grocery store, they stuck with lettuce (bankroll mafia go)

She tries to make the extras, I told on these bitches hey (hustle gah sheesh, sheesh)

When it's bout time to pay, I'ma bail on these bitches (uh, uh, uh skrrrrr)

Ay ay 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 wipe a hood hoe

Learned that from UGK back in "Pocket Full of Stones"

Put your money down, I could book a hard four

You playin' with it, I'ma send 'em through your car door

But while I flood the shit sick got prob' oh

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 (tell em)

I'm packin' 11, I'm packin' 11 (boo)

I ride in a gator, my shoes are Giuseppe (boo)

I'm slime like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend(eii)

Pants out the grocery store, they stuck with lettuce(eii)

She tries to make the extras, I told on these bitches (eii)

When it's bout time to pay, I'ma bail on these bitches (eii)

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

Now you better be, on your best behavior when addressing me

Because, bygones, 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 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'm packin' 11, I'm packin' 11 ay (boom turn it) boo

I ride in a gator, my shoes are Giuseppe (turn up, uh, watcha, what they say gah) eii

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

Pants out the grocery store, they stuck with lettuce

She tries to make the extras, I told on these bitches

When it's bout time to pay, I'ma bail on these bitches

Ay, ay, 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