T.I. "About The Money" lyrics

About The Money

(I count six shots)Bustin out the bandoA nigga jewerly real metal like a can openerA went from rags to riches to featuring wit TIPI went from smart car to a bitch wit some smart lipsAnd that F&N make my hip limpIm going fishing wit these little bitty shrimps dipsBank roll got a big dipShe gon' bring it on a big shipQuite trill, no Quik TripI got drugs in the alley, know Tip thereShe just wanna have a good daySmoke way more weed than a guy in L.AI want them birds 'til next MayNever let em fly awayWhat!? I heard, ayeListen what my nigga Tip say

If it ain't about the moneyDon't be blowin' me up, nigga I ain't gettin' upIf it ain't about the moneyAin't no use in you ringin' my line, stop wastin' my timeIf it ain't about the moneyNah I can't even hear what you say, I ain't finna do shitIf it ain't about the moneyBitch, you can miss me with it, bitch nigga miss me with it

I pack an 11, I pack an 11, oohI ride in a gator, my shoes are Guiseppe, oohI'm S.L.I.M.E. like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend, ayePants out the grocery store, they stuffed with lettuce, ayeShe try make the extras, I told on these bitches, heyWhen it's bout time to pay I'ma bail on these bitches, hey

Ay, what you think we in the neighborhood for?Standin' at the corner store with a pocket full of doughI'll be damned if a nigga wife a hood hoLearned that from UGK back in "Pocket Full of Stones"Put your money down, I could buck a hard 4You playin' with it, I'ma send 'em through your car doorMy watch flooded, shit sick, got ParvoI'm doin' it for black and yellow, free HardoThe head honcho, nigga no Tonto, niggaI'm quick to put some bricks in a Bronco, niggaNiggas talk shit, well I don't respond to no niggaNo murder, no dough, no convo

Aye, what you think we in the neighborhood for?Standin in the trap, slangin good blowMaybach used to slang that crackBuy a stolen car while he bang that AKIf you ever took a loss better bring that backCatcha' witcha' betcha' heat will blow your brains bout thatKnow you better be, on your best behavior when addressing meBecause, bye-gones, we don't let em beNiggas disrespect me, I'm a catch a felonyFor real, if you listen I can get you paidBut not interested in shit you say

Ay, what you think we in the neighborhood for?Standin' at the corner store with a pocket full of doughI'll be damned if a nigga wife a hood hoLearned that from UGK back in "Pocket Full of Stones" nigga

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