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We got London on the track
Yeah man, T.I.P. in this motherfucker with me, nigga
To the max with it, racks!
I count six shots
Busting out the bando (Woo)
I'm lit, jewelry, lit up like a candle (Dope)
I went from rags to riches to a fidget with it (Woo)
I went from smart car to a bitch with some smart lips (Skrrt)
And if F&N make my hip lift (Grrah)
I'm going fishing with these little bitty shrimp, dip (Woo)
And my bankroll got a big tip, woo
She gon' bring in all the big shit, uh (Bling, bling)
Quite trill, no QuikTrip (Jheez!)
I got drugs in the alley, no Tip Man, ayy (Woo)
She just wanna have a good day (What?)
Smoke one more weed, then I gotta lay, ayy
I will never 'til next pay (Goddamn)
Never let 'em fly away
What? Ayy, what? Ayy (Ayy, ayy)
Bitch, who want to get the fifth lit?
If it ain't about the money (Jack)
Don't be blowin' me up again, 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
You can miss me with it, bitch nigga
Miss me with it, turn it (Turn, turn)
I pack an eleven, I pack an eleven, ooh (Ayy, woo, yuh)
I ride in a gate and my shoes are Giuseppe
Ooh (I bought ya, I bought ya some, yah)
I'm slime like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend, ayy (Ayy)
Bands at the grocery store laced up with
Lettuce, ayy (So whole, nigga, yuh)
She drivin' the X-Rays, I told her only
Speed, ayy (What? What? Skrrt, skrrt)
When it's my time to pay, I'ma bail on these bitches, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, what you think we in the neighbourhood for? (Hood for)
Standin' at the corner store with a pocket full of dough
I'll be damned if a nigga wipe a hood, ho (Woo)
Learned that from UGK back in Pocket Full of Stones
Put your money down, I can buck a hard four (Bang)
You playin' with it, I'ma send 'em through your car door (Bang)
My watch flooded, sick shit, got parvo (Ayy)
I'm doin' it for Black and Yellow, free Hardo (Hardo)
The head honcho, nigga, no time zone, nigga (That's right)
I'm quick to put some bricks in a Bronco, nigga (What?)
Talk shit, well, I don't respond to no nigga (Ayy)
No murder, no dough, no convo (That's right)
If it ain't about the money
Don't be blowin' me up again, I ain't gettin' up
If it ain't about the money (Woo)
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
You can miss me with it, bitch nigga, miss me with it, turn it
I pack an eleven, I pack an eleven, ooh
I ride in a gate and my shoes are Giuseppe, ooh
I'm slime like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend, ayy
Bands at the grocery store laced up with lettuce, ayy
She drivin' the X-Rays, I told her only speed, ayy
When it's my time to pay, I'ma bail on these bitches, ayy
And what you think we in the neighbourhood for? (Hood for)
Standin' in the trap slingin' good blow (Good blow)
Maybach, used to slang that crack (Crack)
Buy a stolen car while you bag that act (Yuh)
If you ever took a loss, better bring that back
Catch you witcha, bet you he will blow your brain like that (Bow, bow)
Ayy, you know you better be (Better be)
On your best behaviour when addressin' me (Addressin' me)
Because bygones, we don't let 'em be (Let 'em be)
Disrespect me, I'ma catch a felony, for real (Ayy)
If you listen, I can get you paid (Ayy)
But not interested in shit you say (Ayy)
If it ain't about the money
Don't be blowin' me up again, 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
You can miss me with it, bitch nigga, miss me with it, turn it
I pack an eleven, I pack an eleven, ooh
I ride in a gate and my shoes are Giuseppe, ooh
I'm slime like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend, ayy
Bands at the grocery store laced up with lettuce, ayy
She drivin' the X-Rays, I told her only speed, ayy
When it's my time to pay, I'ma bail on these bitches, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, what you think we in the neighbourhood for?
Standin' at the corner store with a pocket full of dough
I'll be damned if a nigga wipe a hood, ho
Learned that from UGK back in Pocket Full of Stones
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