About Mine

[Intro: Trey Songz & Kid Ink]

She ain't doing nothin' wrong

Egh, Trigga, Trigga

It's Kid Ink

(Mustard on the beat ho)

[Verse 1: Trey Songz]

In the club and this nigga looking at me kinda strange

Wait, I got the woman he love sipping my champagne

But she ain't doing nothing wrong

She just fucking with a young, rich nigga

Tell that boy stop acting like a bitch nigga

[Chorus: Trey Songz]

You should get some money, why you bullshitting? (Woo)

You should get some money, why you bullshitting? (Ah)

My nigga, you should get some money, why you bullshitting?

I'm about mine ('bout mine), is you 'bout yours?

Girl I'm about mine, is you 'bout yours? ('bout yours, bout yours)

[Verse 2: Kid Ink]

You could bet that, check my stats

From way way back nigga we've been doing this

Same old clubs and the same bitches you just met

Nigga I ain't got time

If the bezel ain't diamonds, presi Obama

Pool in the Bahamas, black Ferragamo

Need me some condoms, we fucking up commas, honest

Right now this rap shit is cracking for me

If it didn't work out we'd be back to the streets

See life is a bitch crazier than Kelis

But I'm picturing money, my nigga say cheese

Feel fresh like Axe on me, nah y'all ain't gotta put up no act for me

Your girlfriend already said you act so cheap

[Chorus: Trey Songz]

You should get some money, why you bullshitting? (Woo)

You should get some money, why you bullshitting? (Ah)

My nigga you should get some money, why you bullshitting?

I'm about mine ('bout mine), is you 'bout yours?

('Bout yours, yours, yours) Why you bullshitting?

Girl I'm about mine, is you 'bout yours? ('Bout yours, 'bout yours)

I'm about mine, is you 'bout yours?

('Bout yours, yours, yours) Why you bullshitting?

Girl I'm about mine, is you 'bout yours? ('Bout yours, 'bout yours)

[Verse 3: Kid Ink & Trey Songz]

I'm about mine, tell me, is you 'bout yours?

Yeah she say I'm a dog but she down on all fours

Yeah she down on the floor cause there's money all over

Then back on the pole with it

Now I got time, cause now I got change

Shit, the cup got drank and we 'bout to get high girl

What did you think?

I say God to your dress but no you ain't no saint, shit

You know you coming to the crib girl ain't cha? (Uh)

You drinking all this liquor girl, ain't cha? (Uh)

I'm feeling on your booty, girl, ain't I?

Show you how to have a real good time

So bust it for me, elbows on your knees

We don't care who's looking, Mustard on the beat

Uh, Ball hard and yo bitch tryna reach

No it ain't my fault that she's running through the streets

Dumb blonde, got you looking like a fool, nigga

[Chorus: Trey Songz]

Said, you should get some money, why you bullshitting? (Woo)

You should get some money, why you bullshitting? (Ah)

My nigga you should get some money, why you bullshitting?

I'm about mine ('bout mine), is you 'bout yours?

('Bout yours, yours, yours) Why you bullshitting?

Girl I'm about mine, is you 'bout yours? ('Bout yours, yours, yours)

[Bridge: Trey Songz & Kid Ink]

I got all bad bitches at my table (Woo! Woo!)

What I'm gon' do with all this money that I can't hold?

Throw some to em, said

Only bad bitches at my table (That-that, that's all I got)

Which one of y'all I'ma take home? (Oh, oh)

[Outro: Trey Songz]

I'm about mine, is you 'bout yours?

Girl I'm about mine, is you 'bout yours?

You should get some money, why you bullshitting?