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It's the Remix though! (Young what it do?)
Dj still gon' this part (It's the world nigga)
Roofeeo on the
Troy Ave the Cypher complete (BSB)

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

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

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

I be in the hood, drop
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 Schwarzenegger arm from the
reply to you niggas sneak dissin'
Suck a dick when you see me know I'm
It's all about the muthafuckin'
all about the muthafuckin' money
It's all the muthafuckin' money (yeah)
It's all about the muthafuckin'

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

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

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

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

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