About the Money歌词
添加日期：2021-05-15 时长：05分03秒 歌手：T.I.
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编辑于2021/05/15更新
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编辑于2021/05/15更新
