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Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh
If it ain't about the money, then I don't wanna know
If it ain't about the money, then I ain't on road
If it ain't about the money, then don't call my phone
Ever since I got some money, I've been on a road
Gettin' money, really, I ain't got no time for no ho
In the kitchen cookin' on a microwave or a stove
Whippin' thirty-six, I ain't really fuckin' with no Os
Don't compare me to these niggas 'cause most of them are broke
It's the middle of the drought and I'm in the kitchen
Even when they said we can't, me and Ziggy still did it
In the trap, bussin' packs with a knife or a scissors
If you see me with a smile, then the
Plug came through with more dinners
I ain't been broke in a minute
Cuttin' up half a mills, this the life that I'm livin'
So I ain't hearin' talks when they're talkin' and dissin'
Listen, them niggas talk like Loose Women
Her body went missin', them - went missin'
Go check the scoreboard and tell me who's winnin'
Now I'm the one that all of these niggas ain't feelin'
Where I'm comin' from, I'm one of the realest, all my niggas gorillas
My girl's arse fat, she ain't come up with fillers
I tell Shells, "Come back 'cause we need more killers"
I know they want me all, they just waitin' for a call
But I ain't gonna slip 'cause I ain't no fool
The place where I live comes with a gate and a wall
The plug gave me his trust and he gave me it all
I ain't talkin' Bellingham when I say I'm gonna ball
No less than five quid when I'm steppin' in the mall
From age nine, I see my dad layin' in a morgue
Now I'm in and out of jails and cells and court
I see my mum, aunt, gran prayin' to the Lord
Sorry to my loved ones for the things that you saw
I'm comin' from all fours, I remember lookin' in stores
After trappin' from a Ford like, "What can I afford?"
Now I shot two packs like my name is Shakur
AP, offshore, LV, of course
They know my name anytime I step through the door
I drip clean, go check the swag on what rappers wore
And we ain't like them man 'cause them
Man are frauds (Them man are frauds)
If it ain't about the money, then I don't wanna know
If it ain't about the money, then I ain't on road
If it ain't about the money, then don't call my phone
Ever since I got some money, I've been on a road
Gettin' money, really, I ain't got no time for no ho
In the kitchen cookin' on a microwave or a stove
Whippin' thirty-six, I ain't really fuckin' with no Os
Don't compare me to these niggas 'cause most of them are broke
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh