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It's the Remix though! (Young Troy it do?)
Dj still gon' kill part (It's the world nigga)
on the beat
Troy Ave make the Cypher (BSB)

You never nothin' like this, Splash Brothers with the aim
I wish a nigga boy
A sleeping with your misses
Nigga call me Young cause scoring is my shit boy
I'm CP3 'cause I be dishin' and the rock
Chef with the pot boy
It's all about the muthafuckin'
It's all the muthafuckin' money
all about the muthafuckin' money (Yeah)
It's all the muthafuckin' money

up in this bitch with my shades on (snow!)
All I see is bands, bitch I got my on
My jeweler call me Mr. Rolex (niggaaa)
Wrists game so strong, call me Bowflex nigga (Damn)
Twenty thousand feet, bitch my crib way out (way out)
Bk Barclay, I brought Jay out (yeah)
I was, 14 my first Presidential (how you ride?)
Had the 14 in the rental (b-boo)
Blue Lamb, yellow Lamb, even had a one (white one)
Can't forget the green, even had a Sprite one (whoo)
Took the Marc to Jacobs nigga
With facing 10, big beat the case, so What's Up!? (Ha-ha)

You never seen nothin' like this, Splash Brothers the aim
I wish a would boy
A nigga sleeping with your
Nigga call me Young 'Melo cause is my shit boy
I'm CP3 cause I be dishin' and the rock
Chef with the pot boy
It's all about the money
all about the muthafuckin' money
It's all the muthafuckin' money (Yeah)
all about the muthafuckin' money

I be in the hood, Wrangler
Toilet paper in my Porsche I'm shittin'
94Th and Willmohr in the
Cooking birds saying thanks for giving
Arnold Schwarzenegger arm the whippin'
Arnold arm from the whippin'
reply to you niggas sneak dissin'
Suck a dick when you see me know I'm
It's all the muthafuckin' money
It's all about the muthafuckin'
It's all about the money (yeah)
It's all about the muthafuckin'

No limit to my I should get a tank
They walk me the back entering the bank
running Aaron so I'm giving hank
That's a hit had him hit the nigga plankin'
He got six feet, I got six
less but six shot coming off the hip
Life's a trip, life a gamble, I'm a big
1000 Dollar hand wrist glitter bitch

You never seen nothin' like this, Splash with the aim
I wish a would boy
A nigga with your misses
call me Young 'Melo cause scoring is my shit boy
I'm CP3 cause I be dishin' and handlin' the
Chef with the pot boy
It's all about the money
It's all about the money
It's all about the money (eah)
all about the muthafuckin' money

Menace to society, brothers
My dog made three Feds magazine
Get shot for the beat, wash up on the
Butt naked of hoes, Timbs on ya' feet
Ya' stretched on the block, with the top
Backwoods, stay strapped, smokin' in the
Nigga snitch on niggas, how ya' writing books?
I'm from the city, testify and get yo' took
Fuck 'em all, rats on me cause I hold the
Been had him in the Sco' and now it's to squeeze
50 Stacks of costs, boy now pay the
Fuck all ya' kids, I swear to God, you gon' me
Words are powerful, it's to see my niggas eat
In a two seater, in Atlanta, pickin' up
or the Lambo, cause I got em both
Nigga a chain, next they know I got 'em smoked
Neva rob, baby, I'm so mob
I'm out in Vegas at the ponds, peddle ball
a button I can turn a bitch to battle raw
Kill yaself nigga, how ya' rat on all ya'
my position, here I am, so now it's time to ball
Troy Ave, now it's to ball

It's all about the muthafuckin' (money)
all about the muthafuckin' money (money)
It's all about the money (Yeah)
all about the muthafuckin' money

I flourish the fire, laugh in the face of doubt
You ain't got enough or fingers to count me out
Bsb Records the cypher complete
We the #1 label in the streets
And you that
Free Abdul my team, get my bro back (Drumma)
Salute to the fans, and the DJs