About The Money lyrics

(I count six shots)

Bustin out the bando

A nigga jewerly real metal like a can opener

A went from rags to riches to featuring wit TIP

I went from smart car to a bitch wit some smart lips

And that F&N make my hip limp

Im going fishing wit these little bitty shrimps dips

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, know 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, ooh

I ride in a gator, my shoes are Guiseppe, ooh

I'm S.L.I.M.E. like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend, aye

Pants out the grocery store, they stuffed with lettuce, aye

She try make the extras, I told on these bitches, hey

When 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 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'ma 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

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

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

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