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Ti - About The Money Lyrics

About The Money Song Lyrics
About The Money by T.I. [Intro]
(We got London On Da Track)
Yea nigga TIP in this motherf**king 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 Car to a b**ch with some smart lips
And the F&N make my hip limp
I'm goin' fishin' with these little bitty shrimp dips
And my bank roll got a big dip
She gon' bring it on a big ship
Quite trill, no Quik Trip
I got drugs in the alley, no tip there
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!? I heard, 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 sh*t
If it ain't about the money
b**ch, you can miss me with it, b**ch nigga miss me with it

[Post-Hook: Young Thug]
I pack an 11, I pack an 11
I ride in a gator, my shoes are Guiseppe
I'm S.L.I.M.E. like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend
Pants out the Gucci store, they stuffed with lettuce
She try make the extras, I told on these b**ches
When it's bout time to pay I'ma bail on these b**ches

[Verse 2: T.I.]
Ay 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, sh*t 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 sh*t, well I don't respond to no nigga
No murder, no dough, no convo

[Hook] + [Post-Hook]

[Verse 3: T.I.]
Ay what you think we in the neighborhood for?
Standin in the trap, slangin good blow
Maybach 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' witcha' betcha' heat will blow your brains bout that
Know you better be, on your best behavior when addressing me
Byegones, we don't let em be
Niggas disrespect me, I'm a catch a felony
If you listen I can get you paid
But not interested in sh*t you say