T.I. - About The Money Remix Lyrics
[Verse 1: Jeezy]I step up in this b***h like MosesDamn right, m**********r, Red Sea got departedThis is that All About The Money Remix?Well, I'ma kill a m**********r before it even get startedThe chrome to the bricks, n***a rag to the richesDamn right, n***a did it with his soulN***a still livin' like a G, keep some n****s 'round meThat'll kill your a** like some EbolaServe 'em out the Range RoverI swear my Rollie stay shining like a rainbowI took that money machine, filled it with hella greenYou be shining like I sprayed you with some oil sheenDc, Young Fly, now what the f**k you mean?Young said he Seen It All, now what the f**k ya'll seen?Grow up in the [?], came in a helicopterDavid Beckham, way I kick it like I'm playing hella soccerI turn the valet to a helipadN***a straight walk up in the b***h like I'm NinoFrom the coat on my back, to the shoes on my feetEverything on me ValentinoI'm talkin' Boyz In Tha Hood with the solo, n***aTestarossa back then, ex polo n***aN****s still on my d**k, what you a homo, n***a?When you sayin' my name it's free promo, n***a[Hook: T. I.]If it ain't about the moneyDon't be blowin' me up, n***a I ain't gettin' upIf it ain't about the moneyAin't no use in you ringin' my line, stop wastin' my timeIf it ain't about the moneyNah I can't even hear what you say, I ain't finna do s**tIf it ain't about the moneyB***h, you can miss me with it, b***h n***a miss me with itTurn it![Verse 2: T. I. + Young Thug]What you think I'm standin' in the trap for?With the fully automatic at the back doorCause when it's on, know it's on, call me king CorleoneI'mma keep it 1000 like a crack ounceGive a damn if you flat brokeI'm fitlhy rich, I'm still the same, that's a fact thoughOh yeah, we all about the money, n***aAll you got is money when my name hold weight like a fat hoI can never join in the game unless I'm capoMilkin' these n****s even though I'm fu***n' lactoseTake off on the cops, mama said don't look back broI'm in New York and I'm ballin' just like a Net thoughI'm drinkin' bubblegum pink like PeptoBizmo, bet she wanna come throughAnd get low, I'ma be with HaitiansAll my Zoe's, Tip tell these n****s, broBank roll mafia, yeah, we all we retardedI'ma give you 15 from the carbineHit you in the leg, in your head, then your faceWhen you dead bet ya I'ma take your place on the Forbes listSo better remember with the bullshit partnaI'll be hopping out your bushes with a full clip, got 'emI'll take a big stick to a f**k n***a neckSwinging at him kind of like a piñata[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]I'mma beast with the choppa, I'm the same without itGraduated from the lean, that's my alma materShoot 'em in his head, say look at my roofNo sticks, no seeds, only kush in my kushMake a n***a commit suicide and call it a selfieI get M's like mmm-mmmm-mmmI'm an a*****e, I'm full of myselfYou get an a*****e full of my footThey find your a** in the woods when they lookAnd these hoes ain't as good as they lookI need to take my own advice though, cause if the p***y good then I'm goodWhere your ghetto pass n***a, I been big since a little a** n***aYou little a** n***a, you don't get a pass n***aStarted as a middle class n***aWhen I blew up, I ain't even hear the blast n***aI was chillin', smokin' on the loudFocused on the future, but I need my money nowDon't give me the runaroundUpstairs in my mansion, knock knock, "who's there?"I ain't even comin' down[Hook: T. I.]If it ain't about the moneyDon't be blowin' me up, n***a I ain't gettin' upIf it ain't about the moneyAin't no use in you ringin' my line, stop wastin' my timeIf it ain't about the moneyNah I can't even hear what you say, I ain't finna do s**tIf it ain't about the moneyB***h, you can miss me with it, b***h n***a miss me with itTurn it![Verse 4: Young Thug]I get money on a very rainy day andI would love to spray your face with Olay, ayeNo computer cause you never want a space headI swallow mama [?] in the place [?]I'ma big G dinosaur BYou know, ysl takin' over streetsI'ma K-Ci where is JodeciI'ma treat a man like he supposed to beI'ma blood n***a, don't try to approach meGirl let's hit like Kobe and GinobiliIf you not Gucci emoji can't ignore meHer booty pop just like a circus baby show meI might just take off on that broad cause she don't know meThere he go take that *****'s macaroniNo scale but my b*****s say I'm boneyLil mama still blushing at the old me[Verse 5: T. I.]N***a thug in the impala whole hustle gang followComing from a hundred thousand to another million dollarsYou finna f**k around and get yo a** whooped dogWe send ya bullets bout the size of a footballI got a youngin' with a shottie, charge a hundred for a bodyI'll pay that to watch a monkey f**k a footballUnits of the yayo since I was a day oldUncle taught me said hasta luego, If it ain't about the money!
