Luyện nghe bài hát About The Money (Remix)

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

If it ain't about the
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 the money
Nah I can't even hear you say, I ain't finna do shit
If it ain't the money
Bitch, you can miss me with it, nigga miss me with it

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

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

If it about 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 ringin' my line, wastin' my time
If it ain't the money
Nah I can't even what you say, I ain't finna do shit
If it ain't about the
Bitch, you can miss me it, bitch nigga miss me with 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
out the grocery store, they 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 we in the neighborhood for?
Standin in the trap, good blow
Maybach used to that crack
Buy a stolen car while he that AK
If you ever took a loss better bring that
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 I can get you paid
But not interested in you 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 my line, stop wastin' my time
If it ain't about the
Nah I can't even hear what you say, I ain't finna do
If it ain't about the
Bitch, you can miss me with it, bitch nigga 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 on these bitches
it's bout time to pay I'ma bail on these bitches

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