About The Money (Remix)
Jeezy, Lil Wayne, T.I., Young Thug
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I step up in this bitch like Moses Damn right, motherfucker, Red Sea got departed This is that "All About The Money Remix" Well, I'mma kill a motherfucker before it even get started The chrome to the bricks, nigga rag to the riches Damn right, nigga did it with his soul Nigga still livin' like a G, kiss a nigga 'round me Then I kill your ass like some Ebola Serve 'em out the Range Rover I swear my Rollie stay shining like a rainbow I took that money machine, filled it with hella green Unit shining like I sprayed you with some oil sheen DC, young flop? Now what the f*ck you mean? Young said he Seen It All, now what the f*ck ya'll seen? Grow up in a Wraith, came in a helicopter David Beckham, way I kick it like I'm playing hella soccer I turn the valet to a helipad Nigga straight walk up in the bitch like I'm Nino From the coat on my back, to the shoes on my feet Everything on me Valentino I'm talkin' Boyz In Tha Hood, went solo, nigga Testarosa back then, ex polo nigga Niggas still on my dick, what you a homo, nigga? When you sayin' my name it's free promo, nigga 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! Whatchu niggas standin' in the trap for? With the full automatic at the back door 'Cause when it's on, know it's on, call me king Corleone I'mma keep it 1000 like a crack ho Give a damn if you flat broke I'm fithy rich, I'm still the same, that's a fact though Oh yeah, we all about the money, nigga All you got is money when my name hold weight like a fat ho I can never join in the game unless I'm careful Milkin' these niggas even though I'm fuckin' lactose Take off on the cops, officer don't look back bro I'm in New York and I'm ballin' just like a Net though I'm drinkin' bubblegum pink like Pepto Bizmo, bet she wanna come through And get low, I'mma be with Haitians All my Zoe's, just tell these niggas, bro Bank roll mafia, yeah, we all we retarded I'mma give you 15 from the carpet Hit you in the leg, in your head then your face When you dead bet ya I'mma take your place on the Forbes list So better remember with the bullshit partna I'll be hopping out your bushes with a full clip, got 'em I'll take a big stick to a f*ck nigga next Swinging at him kind of like a piñata I'mma beast with the choppa, I'm the same without it Graduated from the Lean, that's my alma mater Shoot 'em in his head, say look in my roof No sticks, no seeds, only kush in my kush Make a nigga commit suicide and call it a selfie I get M's like mmm-mmmm-mmm I'm an asshole, I'm full of myself You get an ass hole full of my foot They find yo ass in the woods when they look And these hoes ain't as good as they look I need to take my own advice though, cause if the pussy good then I'm good Why ya gotta pass nigga, I been big since a lil ass nigga You lil ass nigga, you don't get a pass nigga Started as a middle class nigga when I blew up I ain't even hear the blast nigga I was chillin', smokin' on the loud Focused on the future, but I need my money now Don't give me the runaround Upstairs in my mansion, knock knock, whose there? I ain't even comin' down 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! I get money on a very rainy day I would love to spray your face with Olay No computer cause you never want a space head I tell lil' mama there's too many of them places I'mma big deal down in South Beach You know, YSL takin' over streets I'mma can't see where it's jealousy I'mma treat a man like he supposed to be I'm a blood nigga, don't try to approach me Girl let's hit like Kobe and Ginobili And you not Gucci emoji can't ignore me I booty piped her like a circus baby show me I might just take off on that vodka, she don't know me They alone take that beef and Macaroni, no scale but my bitches say I'm boney Lil mama still blushing at the old me Nigga thuggin' in that Impala, whole Hustle Gang follow Comin' from a hundred thousand to another million dollars If you f*ck around, get your ass whooped dawg We'll send you bullet 'bout the size of a football Got a youngin' with a shotty, charge a hundred for a body I'll pay that to watch a monkey f*ck a football Ayo, units of the yayo, since I was a day old Uncle taught me said "hasta luego" if ain't about the money
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