Luyện nghe bài hát About The Money (Remix)

Bustin' out the
A jewelry real metal like a can opener
I went from to riches to a feature with Tip
I went from Smart Car to a bitch some smart lips
And the F&N make my hip
I'm goin' fishin' with these bitty shrimp dips
And my bank got a big dip
She bring it on a big ship
Quite trill, no Quik
I got drugs in the alley, no tip
She just wanna a good day
way more weed than a guy in L.A
I want them birds next May
let em fly away
What!? I ay
what my nigga Tip say

If it ain't about the
Don't be blowin' me up, nigga I ain't up
If it ain't about the
Ain't no use in you ringin' my line, stop my time
If it ain't the money
Nah I even hear what you say, I ain't finna do shit
If it ain't about the
Bitch, you can me with it, bitch nigga miss me with it

I'm packin' 11, I'm 11
I in a gator, my shoes are Guiseppe
I'm like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend
out the grocery store, they stuck with lettuce
She try make the extras, I on these bitches
it's bout time to pay I'ma bail on these bitches

Ay what you we in the neighborhood for?
Standin' at the store with a pocket full of dough
I'll be damned if a wipe a hood hoe
Learned that UGK back in "Pocket Full of Stones"
Put your money down I could book a hard
You playin' with it, I'ma send 'em through your car
But while I the shit sick got prob' oh
I'm doin' it for black and yellow, Hardo
The head honcho, nigga no Tonto,
I'm quick to put some in a Bronco, nigga
Niggas talk shit, well I don't to no nigga
No murder, no dough, no

If it ain't the money
be blowin' me up, nigga I ain't gettin' up
If it ain't about the
Ain't no use in you my line, stop wastin' my time
If it ain't the money
Nah I can't even hear what you say, I ain't finna do
If it ain't the money
Bitch, you can me with it, bitch nigga miss me with it

I'm 11, I'm packin' 11
I in a gator, my shoes are Guiseppe
I'm like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend
Pants out the grocery store, stuck with lettuce
She try make the extras, I told on these
When it's bout time to pay bail on these bitches

Aye, what you think we in the for?
in the trap, slangin good blow
Maybach used to that crack
Buy a stolen car while he bang AK
If you ever took a loss better bring that
Catcha' witcha' betcha' heat will blow your bout that
Know you better be, on your best behavior addressing me
Because, bye-gones, we let em be
Niggas me, I'm a catch a felony
For real, if you listen I can get you
But not interested in you say

If it ain't the money
Don't be blowin' me up, nigga I ain't up
If it ain't about the
Ain't no use in you ringin' my line, stop my time
If it ain't the money
Nah I even hear what you say, I ain't finna do shit
If it ain't the money
Bitch, you can miss me with it, bitch miss me with it

I'm 11, I'm packin' 11
I ride in a gator, my are Guiseppe
I'm slime like the reverend, I at the reverend
out the grocery store, they stuck with lettuce
She try make the extras, I told on these
When it's bout time to pay I'ma bail on these

Ay, what you we in the neighborhood for?
at the corner store with a pocket full of dough
I'll be damned if a wife a hood ho
that from UGK back in "Pocket Full of Stones" nigga