We got London on da track
Woah
Yeah, man, T.I.P in this motherfucker with me nigga
To the max with it
Racks
I count six shots
Bustin' out the bando (woo)
A nigga jewelry, real metal like a can opener (bling)
I went from rags to riches to a feature with Tip (woo)
I went from Smart Car to a bitch with some smart lips(skrrr)
And the F&N make my hip limp(Gah)
I'm goin' fishin' with these little bitty shrimp dips (Woo)
And my bankroll got a big dip (Woo)
She gon bring it on a big ship (sheesh, sheesh)
Huh, Quite trill, no Quik Trip (sheesh, sheesh)
I got drugs in the alley, no tip there (woo)
Ay She just wanna have a good day (what)
Smoke way more weed than a guy in LA (goddamn)
I want them birds 'til next May (goddamn)
Never let em fly away (what)
Ay What Hey what
Listen what my nigga Tip say
If it ain't about the money (yeah)
Don't be blowin' me up, nigga I ain't gettin' up(brr)
If it ain't about the money (hello)
Ain't no use in you ringin' my line, stop wastin' my time (bye bruh)
If it ain't about the money
Nah, I can't even hear what you say, I ain't finna do shit(I ain't finna do shit my nigga)
If it ain't about the money
Bitch, you can miss me with it, bitch nigga miss me with it (tell em)
I'm packin' 11, I'm packin' 11 (boom turn it) boo
I ride in a gator, my shoes are Giuseppe (turn up, uh, watcha, what they say gah) eii
I'm slime like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend (bah, uh nigga, boom what)
Pants out the grocery store, they stuck with lettuce (bankroll mafia go)
She tries to make the extras, I told on these bitches hey (hustle gah sheesh, sheesh)
When it's bout time to pay, I'ma bail on these bitches (uh, uh, uh skrrrrr)
Ay ay ay 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 wipe a hood hoe
Learned that from UGK back in "Pocket Full of Stones"
Put your money down, I could book a hard four
You playin' with it, I'ma send 'em through your car door
But while I flood the shit sick got prob' oh
I'm doin' it for black and yellow, free Hardo
The head honcho, nigga no Tonto, nigga
I'm quick to put some bricks in a Bronco, nigga
Niggas talk shit, well I don't respond to no nigga
No murder, no dough, no convo
If it ain't about the money
Don't be blowin' me up, nigga 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
Bitch, you can miss me with it, bitch nigga miss me with it (tell em)
I'm packin' 11, I'm packin' 11 (boo)
I ride in a gator, my shoes are Giuseppe (boo)
I'm slime like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend(eii)
Pants out the grocery store, they stuck with lettuce(eii)
She tries to make the extras, I told on these bitches (eii)
When it's bout time to pay, I'ma bail on these bitches (eii)
Aye, 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, better bring that back
Catcha' witcha' betcha' heat will blow your brains' bout that
Now you better be, on your best behavior when addressing me
Because, bygones, we don't let em be
Niggas disrespect me, I'm a catch a felony
For real, if you listen I can get you paid
But not interested in shit you say
If it ain't about the money
Don't be blowin' me up, nigga 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
Bitch, you can miss me with it, bitch nigga miss me with it
I'm packin' 11, I'm packin' 11 ay (boom turn it) boo
I ride in a gator, my shoes are Giuseppe (turn up, uh, watcha, what they say gah) eii
I'm slime like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend
Pants out the grocery store, they stuck with lettuce
She tries to make the extras, I told on these bitches
When it's bout time to pay, I'ma bail on these bitches
Ay, ay, ay, 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" nigga
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