T.I.

T.I. - About The Money (Remix) lyrics

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(Verse: Jeezy)

I step up in this bitch like Moses

Damn right, muthafucka', Red Sea got departed

This is that All About The $ Remix?

Well, I'mma kill a muthafucka' befo' it even get started

The chrome 2 the bricks, nigga rag 2 the riches

Damn right, nigga did it wit his soul

Nigga still livin' like a G, keep sum' niggas 'round me

That'll kill yo ass like sum' Ebola

Serve 'em out the Range Rova

I swear my Rollie stay shining like a rainbow

I took that $ machine, filled it wit hella green

Ya be shining like I sprayed ya wit sum' oil sheen

DC, Young Fly, now what the fuck ya mean?

Young said he Seen It All, now what the fuck y'all seen?

Grow up in the wait, came in a helicopter

David Beckham, way I kick it like I'm playing hella soccer

I turn the valet 2 a helipad

Nigga straight walk up in the bitch like I'm Nino

From the coat on my back, 2 the shoes on my feet

Errything on me Valentino

I'm talking Boyz In Tha Hood wit the solo, nigga

Testarossa back then, ex polo nigga

Niggas still on my dick, what ya a homo, nigga?

When ya saying my name it's free promo, nigga

(Hook)

If it ain't about the $

Don't be blowing me up, nigga I ain't getting up

If it ain't about the $

Ain't no use in ya ringing my line, stop wasting my time

If it ain't about the $

Nah I can't even hear what ya say, I ain't finna do shit

If it ain't about the $

Bitch, ya can miss me wit it, bitch nigga miss me wit it

Turn it!

(Verse 2: T.I.)

What ya think I'm standing in the trap fo'?!

wit the full automatic at the back do'

Cuz when it's on, know it's on, call me king Corleone

I'mma keep it a thousand like a crack hoe

Give a damn if ya flat broke

I'm fithy rich, I'm still the same, that's a fact tho

Oh yeah, we all about the $ , nigga

All ya got is $ when my name hol' weight like a fat ho

I can neva join in a gang unless I’m capo

Milking these niggas even tho I'm fucking lactose

Take off on the cops, officer don't look back bro

I'm in NY & I'm balling just like a Net tho

I'm drinking bubblegum pink like Pepto

Bizmo, bet she wanna come thru

& get low, I'mma be wit Haitians

All my Zoe's, Tip tell these niggas, bro)

Bank roll mafia, yeah, we all we retarded

I'mma give ya fifteen from the carpet

Hit ya in the leg, in yo head then yo face

When ya dead bet ya I'mma take yo place on the Forbes list

So betta remember wit the bullshit partna

I'll be hoppin' out yo bushes wit a full clip, got 'em

I'll take a big stick 2 a fuck nigga next

Swingin' at him kind of like a piñata

(Verse 3: Lil Wayne)

I'mma beast wit the choppa, I'm the same without it

Graduated from the Lean, that's my alma maeter

Ima shoot him in his head he said look at my roof

No sticks, no seeds, only kush in my kush

Make a nigga commit suicide & call it a selfie

I get M's like hmmmm, hmmmm, hmmmm

I'ma asshole & full of myself

Ya get an asshole full of my foot

They find yo ass in the woods when they look

& these hoes ain't as good as they look

& these hoes ain't as good as they look

I need 2 take my own advice tho, cuz if the pussy good then I'm good

Why ya got to pass nigga, I been big since a lil ass nigga

Ya 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 $ now

Don't give me the runaround

Upstairs in my mansion, knock knock, whose there?

I ain't even comin' down

(Hook)

If it ain't about the $

Don't be blowing me up, nigga I ain't getting up

If it ain't about the $

Ain't no use in ya ringing my line, stop wasting my time

If it ain't about the $

Nah I can't even hear what ya say, I ain't finna do shit

If it ain't about the $

Bitch, ya can miss me wit it, bitch nigga miss me wit it

Turn it!

(Verse 4: Young Thug)

I get $ on a very rainy day

I would luv 2 spray yo face wit Olay

No computer cuz ya neva want a space head

I swallow momma ? in the place ?

I'mma big G dinosaur B

Ya know, YSL takin' ova streets

I'ma K-Ci where is Jodeci

I'mma treat a man like he supposed 2 be

I'm a black nigga, don't try 2 approach me

Girl let's hit like Kobe & Ginobili

If em not Gucci ya can just ignore me

Her booty parla like a Circus baby, show me

I might just take off on that boy cuz she don’t know me

There he go take that bitch's macaroni

No scale but my bitches say I’m bony

Little momma still blushin' at the ol' me

(Verse 5: T.I.)

Nigga thug in that Impala whole hustle gang follow

Comin' from a 100 thousand 2 anotha 1.000.000 dollas

Ya finna fuck round & get yo ass whooped dog we send ya bullets bout the size of a football

I got a young'n wit a shotti charge a hundred fo' a body

I’ll pay that 2 watch a muthafucka' ? AO, units of the yayo

Since I was 1 day ol' uncle taught me said hasta la wago

If it ain’t bout the $!

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