Luyện nghe bài hát About The Money (Remix)

Bustin' out the
A nigga jewelry real like a can opener
I went from rags to riches to a with Tip
I went from Car to a bitch with some smart lips
And the F&N make my hip
I'm goin' with these little bitty shrimp dips
And my bank got a big dip
She gon' it on a big ship
trill, no Quik Trip
I got in the alley, no tip there
She just wanna have a day
Smoke way more than a guy in L.A
I want birds 'til next May
Never let em fly
What!? I ay
Listen what my Tip say

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

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

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

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

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

Aye, what you think we in the for?
Standin in the trap, good blow
Maybach to slang that crack
Buy a car while he bang that AK
If you took a loss better bring that back
Catcha' witcha' betcha' heat blow your brains bout that
Know you better be, on your best behavior addressing me
Because, bye-gones, we let em be
Niggas disrespect me, I'm a 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, I ain't gettin' up
If it ain't the money
Ain't no use in you my line, stop wastin' my time
If it ain't about the
Nah I can't even hear what you say, I finna do shit
If it about the money
Bitch, you can miss me with it, bitch nigga me with it

I'm packin' 11, I'm 11
I ride in a gator, my 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 bitches
When it's bout time to pay bail on these bitches

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