T.I.

T.I. - About the Money lyrics

rate me

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

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