About The Money

[Intro] (We got London On Da Track) Whoa! Yeah, man, TIP in this motherfucker with me, nigga! To the max with it, racks! (I count six shots) [Verse 1: Young Thug] Bustin' out the bando A nigga jewelry real metal like a can opener I went from rags to riches to a feature with Tip I went from Smart Card to a bitch with some smart lips And the F&N make my hip limp I'm goin' fishin' with these little bitty shrimp dimps And my bank roll got a big dip She gon' bring it on a big ship Quite trill, no QuikTrip I got thugs in the alley, know Tip here And 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!? Aye (Aye!), aye (Aye!) Listen what my nigga Tip say [Hook: T.I.] 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; turn it! [Post-Hook: Young Thug] I pack an 11, I pack an 11, (aye) ooh I ride in a gator, my shoes are Giuseppe (Turn up, uh, watcha, uh, what they say gah) I'm S.L.I.M.E. like the reverend I shoot at the reverend (ba a nigga, boom what) aye Pants out the grocery store They stuffed with lettuce, (Bankroll Mafia) aye She try make the extras, I tell on these bitches, hey When it's 'bout time to pay, I'ma bail on these bitches [Verse 2: T.I.] Aye, aye, aye, 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, nigga [Hook: T.I.] 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; turn it! [Post-Hook: Young Thug] I pack an 11, I pack an 11, (aye) ooh I ride in a gator, my shoes are Giuseppe (Turn up, uh, watcha, uh, what they say gah) I'm S.L.I.M.E. like the reverend I shoot at the reverend (ba a nigga, boom what) aye Pants out the grocery store They stuffed with lettuce, (Bankroll Mafia) aye She try make the extras, I tell on these bitches, hey When it's' bout time to pay, I'ma bail on these bitches [Verse 3: T.I.] What you think we in the neighborhood for? Standin' in the trap, slangin' good blow May baby 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' with you, bet your heat will blow your brains 'bout that BA-BOW! Know you better be On your best behavior when addressin' me Because, bye-gones, we don't let 'em be Niggas disrespect me, I'ma catch a felony For real, if you listen I can get you paid But not interested in shit you say [Hook: T.I.] 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; turn it! [Post-Hook: Young Thug] I pack an 11, I pack an 11, (aye) ooh I ride in a gator, my shoes are Giuseppe (Turn up, uh, watcha, uh, what they say gah) I'm S.L.I.M.E. like the reverend I shoot at the reverend, (ba a nigga, boom what) aye Pants out the grocery store They stuffed with lettuce, (Bankroll Mafia) aye She try make the extras, I tell on these bitches, hey When it's 'bout time to pay, I'ma bail on these bitches [Outro: T.I.] Aye, aye, aye, 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