About the Money (feat. Young Thug)

We got London On Da Track

Woah

Yeah, man, T.I.P. in this motherfucker with me, ****

To the max with it

Racks

"I count six shots"

Bustin' out the bando (Woo)

A **** jewerly 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 bitch with some smart lips (Skrrrt)

And that F&N make my hip limp

I'm goin' fishin' with these little bitty shrimp dips (Woo)

And my bankroll kinda big dip (Woo)

She gon' bring it on a big ship, uh (Sheesh, sheesh)

Quite trill, no QuickTrip

I got drugs in the alley, know Tip, yeah, ah (Woo)

She just wanna have a good day (What?)

Smoke way more weed than a guy in L.A (Damn, damn)

I'll hold them birds till next May (Goddamn)

Never let 'em fly away (What?)

I heard, hey, buddy, listen what my **** Tip say

If it ain't about the money (Yeah)

Don't be blowin' me up, ****, 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 ****, miss me with it

Turn it

I pack an 11, I pack an 11

Ooh

I ride in that gator, my shoes are Giuseppe

Ooh

I'm slime like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend

Ayy

Pants out the Gucci store, they stuffed with lettuce

Ayy

She try make the extras, I tell on these bitches

Hey

When it's 'bout time to pay, I'ma bail on the bitches

Hey

Ayy, ayy, ayy, what's you think we in the neighborhood for?

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

I'll be damned if a **** wife a hood ho

Learned that from UGK back in Pocket Full of Stones

Put your money down, I could buck a hard four

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, ****, no Tonto, ****

I'm quick to put some bricks in the Bronco, ****

**** talkin' shit, well, I don't respond to those ****

No murder, no dough, no convo, ****

If it ain't about the money

Don't be blowin' me up, ****, 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 ****, miss me with it

Turn it

I pack an 11, I pack an 11

Ooh

I ride in that gator, my shoes are Giuseppe

Ooh

I'm slime like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend

Ayy

Pants out the Gucci store, they stuffed with lettuce

Ayy

She try make the extras, I tell on these bitches

Hey

When it's 'bout time to pay, I'ma bail on the bitches

Hey

What you think we in the neighborhood for?

Standin' in the trap slangin' good blow

Yeah

Them '80s 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 wit' ya, bet ya he gon' blow your brain 'bout that (P-Pow!)

Ayy, you know you better be (Better be)

On your best behavior when addressin' me, because

Bygones, we don't let 'em be

**** disrespect me, I'ma catch a felony

For real, if you listen, I can get you paid

But not interested in shit you say

If it ain't about the money (****)

Don't be blowin' me up, ****, 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 ****, miss me with it

Turn it

I pack an 11, I pack an 11

Ooh

I ride in that gator, my shoes are Giuseppe

Ooh

I'm slime like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend

Ayy

Pants out the Gucci store, they stuffed with lettuce

Ayy

She try make the extras, I tell on these bitches

Hey

When it's 'bout time to pay, I'ma bail on these bitches

Hey

Ayy, ayy, ayy, what's you think we in the neighborhood for?

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

I'll be damned if a **** wife a hood ho

Learned that from UGK back in Pocket Full of Stones, ****

Yeah man, I'm talkin' 'bout big bankrolls, man

Rubberbands wrapped all around 'em, man

The big big bag, you nahmean?

Cheese, scratch, currency, revenue, legal tender

Even when gained by illegal measures

Well, that would be dirty money

And not what's on it, I mean what it took to get it

Get it?

Karma the one thing that know it way around everywhere you be around

No good deed goes unpunished

But good deeds where I'm from are so uncommon

It seem like every other day you walkin' with somebody, talkin' 'bout somethin'

From the other way, somebody runnin' up gunnin', pow

Usually 'bout nothin', like a ring or a chain

But really what they need to do is make a change

And that's my two cents, keep the change, my ****

One question I'll bring forth

Should you choose to ignore it or choose to explore it

Your children's future right now

Would you die for it?