Bustin' out the bando
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 dimps
And my bank roll got a big dip
She gonna bring it on a big ship
Quite trill, no Quik Trip
I got drugs in the alley, know 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
Damn, never let them fly away
What!? 
Listen what my nigga Tip say

If it ain't about the money
Don't be blowin' me up, 
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
You can miss me with it, 
You can miss me with it
Turn it!

I pack an 11, I pack an 11, ooh
I ride in a gator, 
My shoes are Giuseppe, ooh
I'm S.L.I.M.E. like the reverend, 
I shoot at the reverend,

Pants out the grocery store, 
They stuffed with lettuce, 
She try make the extras,
I told on these bitches, hey
When it's about time to pay I'mma bail on these bitches, hey

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'mma send them through your car door
My wife left shit sick, got Parvo
I'm doin' it for black and yellow, free Hardo
The head honcho, no Tonto, 
I'm quick to put some bricks in a Bronco, n
Niggas talk shit,
Well I don't respond to no 
No murder, no dough, no convo

If it ain't about the money
Don't be blowin' me up, 
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
You can miss me with it, 
You can miss me with it
Turn it!


I pack an 11, I pack an 11, ooh
I ride in a gator, 
My shoes are Giuseppe, ooh
I'm S.L.I.M.E. like the reverend, 
I shoot at the reverend,
Pants out the grocery store, 
They stuffed with lettuce, 
She try make the extras,
I told on these bitches, hey
When it's about time to pay I'mma bail on these bitches, hey

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 
Baby bring that back
Catch with you
Bet your heat will blow your brains about that
Know you better be, 
All you never had when addressing me
Because, bye-gones, we don't let them be
If you do respect me
I'mma a catch a felony
For real, if you listen I can get you paid
But not interested in the shit you say



Feat. Young Thug

If it ain't about the money
Don't be blowin' me up, 
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
You can miss me with it, 
You can miss me with it
Turn it!


I pack an 11, I pack an 11, ooh
I ride in a gator, 
My shoes are Giuseppe, ooh
I'm S.L.I.M.E. like the reverend, 
I shoot at the reverend,
Pants out the grocery store, 
They stuffed with lettuce, 
She try make the extras,
I told on these bitches, hey
When it's about time to pay I'mma bail on these bitches, hey

Ay, what you think we in the neighborhood for?
Standin' at the corner store with a pocket full of dope
I’ll be damned if a nigga wife a hood ho
Learned that from UGK back in Pocket Full of Stones