T.I., Young Thug, Lil Wayne and Jeezy - About The Money (Remix)
I step up in this bitch like MosesDamn right, motherfucker, Red Sea got departed
This is that "All About The Money Remix"
Well, I'mma kill a 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, kiss a nigga 'round me
Then I 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
Unit shining like I sprayed you with some oil sheen
DC, young flop? Now what the fuck you mean?
Young said he Seen It All, now what the fuck ya'll seen?
Grow up in a Wraith, 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
Testarosa 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
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!
Whatchu niggas 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 1000 like a crack ho
Give a damn if you flat broke
I'm fithy 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 ho
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, officer 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
Bizmo, bet she wanna come through
And get low, I'mma be with Haitians
All my Zoe's, just tell these niggas, bro
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 next
Swinging at him kind of like a piñata
I'mma beast with the choppa, I'm the same without it
Graduated from the Lean, that's my alma mater
Shoot 'em in his head, say look in 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-mmmm-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
Why ya gotta pass nigga, I been big since a lil ass nigga
You lil 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, whose there?
I ain't even comin' down
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!
I get money on a very rainy day
I would love to spray your face with Olay
No computer cause you never want a space head
I tell lil' mama there's too many of them places
I'mma big deal down in South Beach
You know, YSL takin' over streets
I'mma 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 and Ginobili
And you not Gucci emoji can't ignore me
I booty piped her like a circus baby show me
I might just take off on that vodka, she don't know me
They alone take that beef and Macaroni, no scale but my bitches say I'm boney
Lil mama still blushing at the old me
Nigga thuggin' in that Impala, whole Hustle Gang follow
Comin' from a hundred thousand to another million dollars
If you fuck around, get your ass whooped dawg
We'll send you bullet 'bout the size of a football
Got a youngin' with a shotty, charge a hundred for a body
I'll pay that to watch a monkey fuck a football
Ayo, units of the yayo, since I was a day old
Uncle taught me said "hasta luego" if ain't about the money
Written by:
Archer Arsenio Umberto, Clifford Joseph Harris, London Tyler Holmes, William Jeffery
Publisher:
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