All About The Money (Remix)
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Ft. Jeezy & Rick Ross (Intro) Dj still gon' kill this part Ruffio on the beat, Troy Ave make the cypher complete (Hook) Ya neva seen nothin' like this, brothers with the aim, I wish a nigga would boy A nigga sleepin with ur misses nigga call me young melo cuz scoring it's my shit boy I’m CP3 cuz I be dishing and handleling the rock chef cooking with the pot boy It’s all about the muthafuckin' money It’s all about the muthafuckin' money It’s all about the muthafuckin' money It’s all about the muthafuckin' money (Verse: Troy Ave) Step up in this bitch wit my shades on All I see is bandz, bitch, I got my raise on Medula call me Mr. Rolex, nigga This game so strong, they call me bowflex nigga 20.000 square feet, bitch, my crib way out BK bar cleanse, bitch, I brought Jay out 14 bout my first presidential Had the Mini 14 in the rental Blue Lamb, yella Lamb, even had a light weight Can't forget the kiwi dream, even had a Sprite one Triple jake up all the Jacob (?) Yo face a 10, big money be the case-o Wassup! (Hook) Ya neva seen nothin' like this, brothers with the aim, I wish a nigga would boy A nigga sleepin with ur misses nigga call me young melo cuz scoring it's my shit boy I’m CP3 cuz I be dishing and handleling the rock chef cooking with the pot boy It’s all about the muthafuckin' money It’s all about the muthafuckin' money It’s all about the muthafuckin' money It’s all about the muthafuckin' money (Verse 2: Troy Ave) I be in the hood, drop Wrangler Toilet paper in my Porsche cuz I’m shitting 94th & Willmohr in the kitchen Cookin' birds niggas sayin' thanks fo' givin' Arnold Schwarzenegger arm from the whippin' Won’t reply to ya niggas, sneak dissing Suck a dick, when ya see me know I’m gripping! (Hook) It’s all about the muthafuckin' money It’s all about the muthafuckin' money It’s all about the muthafuckin' money It’s all about the muthafuckin' money (Verse 3: Jeezy) No limit to my money I should get a tank They walk me thru the back enterin' the bank Base runnin' Aaron so I’m givin' hank That’s a hit, had him hit leave the nigga plank He got 6 feet, I got 6 figures Nuthin' less but 6 shots comin' off the hip Life’s a trip, life a gamble, I’m a big chippa A thousand dolla hand wrist glitta, bitch nigga (Hook) Ya neva seen nothin' like this, brothers with the aim, I wish a nigga would boy A nigga sleepin with ur misses nigga call me young melo cuz scoring it's my shit boy I’m CP3 cuz I be dishing and handleling the rock chef cooking with the pot boy It’s all about the muthafuckin' money It’s all about the muthafuckin' money It’s all about the muthafuckin' money It’s all about the muthafuckin' money (Verse 4: Rick Ross) Menace to society, cocaine brothers My dog made three Feds magazine covers Get shot for the beat, wash up on the beach Butt naked full of hoes, Timbs on your feet Ya stressed on the block, cover with the top Backwards, stay strapped, smokin' in the dark Sickin' bitch, ya fuckin' ?, how ya writing books? I'm from the city testify and get yo body took ? rap, tell me cuz I got all the cheese They had him in his ? now it's time to squeeze 50 stacks of carbon, boy, now pay the penalty I'll call yo kids, I swear to God, you'll gon' remember me Word to Piefull, it's time to see my nigga D In a two seater, in Atlanta, pickin' up me Ferrari or the Lambo, cuz I got em both Begin took a chain, next ya know I got em smoked Neva rob, baby, I'm so foreva mob I'm out in Vegas at the ponds, playing peddle bomb Push a button I can turn a bitch to battler raw Kill yoself and then how ya rat on all ya dawgs? Play my position, here I am so now it's time to ball Troy Ave, now it's time to ball (Hook) It’s all about the muthafuckin' money It’s all about the muthafuckin' money It’s all about the muthafuckin' money It’s all about the muthafuckin' money (Verse 5) I flourish under the fire, laugh in the face of doubt You ain't got enough money, yo fingers are countin' you out BSB records make the cipher complete You'll remember one independent label in the streets Can ya smell that? Free Abdulah Tim, gotta get my bruh back She look to the FEDS, a protege of the deejays, always (?)
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