Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song About the Money, artist - T.I.. Date of issue: 19.10.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
About the Money |
| Bustin' out the bando |
| A nigga jewelry real metal like a can opener |
| I went from rags to riches to a feature with Tip |
| I went from Smart Car to a bitch with some smart lips |
| And the F&N make my hip limp |
| I’m goin' fishin' with these little bitty shrimp dips |
| And my bank roll got a big dip |
| She gon' bring it on a big ship |
| Quite trill, no Quik Trip |
| I got drugs in the alley, kno Tip there |
| She just wanna have a good day |
| Smoke way more weed than a guy in L. A |
| I want them birds 'til next May |
| Never let em fly away |
| What?! |
| I heard, aye |
| Listen what my nigga Tip 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 pack an 11, I pack an 11 |
| I ride in a gator, my shoes are Giuseppe |
| I’m shine like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend |
| Pants out the Gucci store, they stuck with lettuce |
| She try make the extras, I told on these bitches |
| When it’s bout time to pay I’m a bail on these bitches |
| 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» |
| Put your money down, I could buck a hard 4 |
| You playin' with it, I’m a send 'em through your car door |
| My watch flooded, shit sick, got Parvo |
| 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 |
| Ay 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 |
| Know you better be, on your best behavior when addressing me |
| Byegones, we don’t let em be |
| Niggas disrespect me, I’m a catch a felony |
| If you listen I can get you paid |
| But 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 dough |
| I’ll be damned if a nigga wife a hood ho |
| Learned that from UGK back in «Pocket Full of Stones», nigga! |