About The Money是美国嘻哈唱片歌手T.I.和Young Thug共同演唱的一首歌曲。
About the Money - T.I.
We got landing on a train!
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&M at my hip lip
I'm goin' fishin' with these little
bitty strip dips
And my bank roll got a big dip
She gon' bring it on a big ship, oh!
Quite trill, no Quik Trip
I got drugs in the alley, no tip there
She just wanna have a GOOD DAY
Smoke more weed on way
than a guy in L.A
I want them birds 'til next May
Never let 'em fly away
What!? I heard A
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 feel 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
I ride in a gator,
my shoes are Guiseppe
I'm slime like the reverend,
I shoot at the reverend
Pants out the Gucci store,
they stuck with lettuce
She try make the extras
I tell on these bitches
When it's my time to pay
I'ma 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 hoe
Learned that from UGK back in
"Pocket Full of Stones"
Put your money down like
ya book a hard 4
You playin' with it,
I'ma send 'em through your car door
my watch flooded shit sick got pavo
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 nigga
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
I ride in a gator,
my shoes are Guiseppe
I'm slime like the reverend,
I shoot at the reverend
Pants out the Gucci store,
they stuck with lettuce
She try make the extras
I tell on these bitches
When it's my time to pay
I'ma bail on these bitches
What you think we in the neighborhood
fo' standing 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
Because, bye-gones,
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
I ride in a gator,
my shoes are Guiseppe
I'm slime like the reverend,
I shoot at the reverend
Pants out the Gucci store,
they stuck with lettuce
She try make the extras
I tell on these bitches
When it's my time to pay
I'ma 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" nigga |