About the Money - R & B Chartstars/R&B Allstars/Top Hit Music Charts

We got landing on a train!

Bustin' out the bando

A ni**a 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 b**ch 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 w**d 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 ni**a Tip say

If it ain't about the money

Don't be blowin' me up

Ni**a 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 sh*t

If it ain't about the money

B**ch you can miss me with it

B**ch ni**a 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 b**ches

When it's my time to pay

I'ma bail on these b**ches

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 ni**a

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 sh*t sick got pavo

I'm doin' it for black and yellow

Free hardo

The head honcho

Ni**a no Tonto ni**a

I'm quick to put some bricks

In a Bronco ni**a

Niggas talk sh*t

Well I don't respond to no ni**a

No murder no dough

No convo ni**a

If it ain't about the money

Don't be blowin' me up

Ni**a 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 sh*t

If it ain't about the money

B**ch you can miss me with it

B**ch ni**a 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 b**ches

When it's my time to pay

I'ma bail on these b**ches

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 sh*t you say

If it ain't about the money

Don't be blowin' me up

Ni**a 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 sh*t

If it ain't about the money

B**ch you can miss me with it

B**ch ni**a 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 b**ches

When it's my time to pay

I'ma bail on these b**ches

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 ni**a

Wife a hood ho

Learned that from UGK back

In Pocket Full of Stones ni**a