About the Money (Explicit) - T.I./Young Thug

Lyrics by：Clifford Harris, Jr./Jeff Williams/London Holmes

Composed by：Clifford Harris, Jr./Jeff Williams/London Holmes

We got London on da track

Woah

Yeah man TIP in this motherf**ker with me n***a

On da track

On da track

To the max with it

Racks

I count six shots

Bustin' out the bando woo

A n***a jewelry real metal like a can opener bling

I went from rags to riches

To a feature with tip woo

I went from smart card to

A b***h with some smart lips skrrt

And the FN make my hip limp gah

I'm goin' fishin' with these

Little bitty shrimp dimps woo

And my bank roll got a big dip woo

She gon' bring it on a big ship sheesh sheesh

Quite trill no quiktrip

I got thugs in the alley know tip here woo

And she just wanna have a good day what

Smoke way more w**d than a guy in LA d**n

D**n I'll hold them birds 'til next

May godd**n

Never let 'em fly away what

I heard hey buddy

Listen what my n***a tip say hey

Money yeah

Don't be blowin' me up n***a

I ain't gettin' up brr

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 s**t

If it ain't about the money

B***h you can miss me with it

B***h n***a miss me with it turn it

Hey go tell 'em

I pack an 11 I pack an 11 ayy

Boom turn it

I'm ridin' in a gator my shoes are Giuseppe ooh

I'm slime like the reverend

I shoot at the reverend

Bah uh n***a boom what

Pants out the grocery store

They stuffed with lettuce

Bankroll Mafia go

She try make the extras

I tell on these b***hes

Hustle gah sheesh sheesh

When it's 'bout time to pay

I'ma bail on these b***hes

Ayy ayy ayy

What you think we in the neighborhood for

Standin' at the corner

Store with a pocket full of dough

I'll be d**ned if a n***a wife a hood ho woo

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 s**t sick got Parvo

I'm doin' it for black and yellow free Hardo

The head honcho n***a no Tonto n***a

I'm quick to put some bricks in a Bronco n***a

N***as talk s**t well

I don't respond to no n***a

No murder no dough

No convo n***a

If it ain't about the money

Don't be blowin' me up n***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 s**t

If it ain't about the money

B***h you can miss me with it

B***h n***a miss me with it

Turn it go tell 'em

I pack an 11 I pack an 11 ayy

Boom turn it

I'm ridin' in a gator my shoes are Giuseppe

Turn up uh watcha what they say gah

I'm slime like the reverend

I shoot at the reverend

Bah uh n***a boom what

Pants out the grocery store

They stuffed with lettuce

Bankroll Mafia go

She try make the extras

I tell on these b***hes hey

When it's 'bout time to pay

I'ma bail on these b***hes

What you think we in the neighborhood for

Standin' in the trap slangin' good blow

Them may babies used to slang that crack

Buy a stolen car while he bang that AK

If you ever took a loss

Better bring that back

Catch up witcha betcha

He gon' blow your brains 'bout that

Ba-bow ayy know you better be better be

On your best behavior when addressin' me

Because bye-gones we don't let 'em be

N***as disrespect me I'ma catch a felony

For real if you listen I can get you paid

But not interested in s**t you say

If it ain't about the money n***a

Don't be blowin' me up n***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 s**t

If it ain't about the money

B***h you can miss me with it

B***h n***a miss me with it turn it

I pack an 11 I pack an 11 ayy

Boom turn it

I'm ridin' in a gator my shoes are Giuseppe

Turn up uh watcha what they say gah

I'm slime like the reverend

I shoot at the reverend

Bah uh n***a boom what

Pants out the grocery store

They stuffed with lettuce

Bankroll Mafia go

She try make the extras

I tell on these b***hes hey

When it's 'bout time to pay

I'ma bail on these b***hes

Ayy ayy ayy what you think we in the neighborhood for

Standin' at the corner store with a pocket full of dough

I'll be d**ned if a n***a wife a hood ho

Learned that from UGK back in

Pocket full of stones n***a