ABOUT THE MONEY LYRICS
(We got London On Da Track) Whoa!
Yeah man, TIP in this motherfucker with me nigga
To the max with it, racks!
(I count six shots)
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 Card to a bitch with some smart lips
And the F&N make my hip limp
I'm goin' fishin' with these little bitty shrimp dimps
And my bank roll got a big dip
She gon' bring it on a big ship
Quite trill, no QuikTrip
I got thugs in the alley, know Tip here
And, 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!? Aye (Ay!), aye (Ay!)
Listen what my nigga Tip say
[Hook: T.
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!
[Post-
I pack an 11, I pack an 11, (aye) ooh
I ride in a gator, my shoes are Giuseppe, (turn up uh watcha uh what they say gah)
I'm S.L.I.M.E. like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend
(ba a nigga boom what) aye
Pants out the grocery store, they stuffed with lettuce, (Bankroll Mafia) aye
She try make the extras, I tell on these bitches, hey
When it's bout time to pay, I'ma bail on these bitches
[Verse 2: T.
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
Put your money down, I could buck a hard 4
You playin' with it, I'ma send 'em through your car door
My watch flooded, sh

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