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T.I. lyrics : "About The Money Remix"

[Verse 1: Jeezy]
I step up in this (*##$ like Moses
Damn right, mother$#&@er, Red Sea got departed

This is that All About The Money Remix?
Well, I'ma kill a mother$#&@er before it even get started
The chrome to the bricks, ^!$$% rag to the riches

Damn right, ^!$$% did it with his soul
^!$$% still livin' like a G, keep some ^!$$%s 'round me
That'll kill your $$# like some Ebola

Serve 'em out the Range Rover
I swear my Rollie stay shining like a rainbow
I took that money machine, filled it with hella green

You be shining like I sprayed you with some oil sheen
DC, Young Fly, now what the $#&@ you mean?
Young said he Seen It All, now what the $#&@ ya'll seen?

Grow up in the [?], came in a helicopter
David Beckham, way I kick it like I'm playing hella soccer
I turn the valet to a helipad

^!$$% straight walk up in the (*##$ like I'm Nino
From the coat on my back, to the shoes on my feet
Everything on me Valentino

I'm talkin' Boyz In Tha Hood with the solo, ^!$$%
Testarossa back then, ex polo ^!$$%
^!$$%s still on my dick, what you a homo, ^!$$%?

When you sayin' my name it's free promo, ^!$$%

[Hook: T.I.]

If it ain't about the money
Don't be blowin' me up, ^!$$% I ain't gettin' up
If it ain't about the money

Ain't no use in you ringin' my line, stop wastin' my time
If it ain't about the money
Nah I can't even hear what you say, I ain't finna do %#@!

If it ain't about the money
(*##$, you can miss me with it, (*##$ ^!$$% miss me with it
Turn it!


[Verse 2: T.I. + Young Thug]
What you think I'm standin' in the trap for?

With the fully automatic at the back door
Cause when it's on, know it's on, call me king Corleone
I'mma keep it 1000 like a crack ounce

Give a damn if you flat broke
I'm fitlhy rich, I'm still the same, that's a fact though
Oh yeah, we all about the money, ^!$$%

All you got is money when my name hold weight like a fat ho
I can never join in the game unless I'm capo
Milkin' these ^!$$%s even though I'm $#&@in' lactose

Take off on the cops, mama said don't look back bro
I'm in New York and I'm ballin' just like a Net though
I'm drinkin' bubblegum pink like Pepto

Bizmo, bet she wanna come through
And get low, I'ma be with Haitians
All my Zoe's, Tip tell these ^!$$%s, bro

Bank roll mafia, yeah, we all we !@$!ed
I'ma give you 15 from the carbine
Hit you in the leg, in your head, then your face

When you dead bet ya I'ma take your place on the Forbes list
So better remember with the bull%#@! partna
I'll be hopping out your bushes with a full clip, got 'em

I'll take a big stick to a $#&@ ^!$$% neck
Swinging at him kind of like a piñata



[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
I'mma beast with the choppa, I'm the same without it

Graduated from the lean, that's my alma mater
Shoot 'em in his head, say look at my roof
No sticks, no seeds, only kush in my kush

Make a ^!$$% commit suicide and call it a selfie
I get M's like mmm-mmmm-mmm
I'm an $$#hole, I'm full of myself

You get an $$#hole full of my foot
They find your $$# in the woods when they look
And these hoes ain't as good as they look

I need to take my own advice though, cause if the #~!!@ good then I'm good
Where your ghetto pass ^!$$%, I been big since a little $$# ^!$$%
You little $$# ^!$$%, you don't get a pass ^!$$%
Started as a middle class ^!$$%
When I blew up, I ain't even hear the blast ^!$$%

I was chillin', smokin' on the loud
Focused on the future, but I need my money now
Don't give me the runaround
Upstairs in my mansion, knock knock, "who's there?"
I ain't even comin' down


[Hook: T.I.]

[Verse 4: Young Thug]
I get money on a very rainy day and

I would love to spray your face with Olay, aye
No computer cause you never want a space head
I swallow mama (?) in the place (?)
I'ma big G dinosaur B
You know, YSL takin' over streets

I'ma K-Ci where is Jodeci
I'ma treat a man like he supposed to be
I'ma blood ^!$$%, don't try to approach me
Girl let's hit like Kobe and Ginobili
If you not Gucci emoji can't ignore me
Her booty pop just like a circus baby show me

I might just take off on that broad cause she don't know me
There he go take that (*##$'s macaroni
No scale but my (*##$es say I'm boney
Lil mama still blushing at the old me

[Verse 5: T.I.]
^!$$% thug in the impala whole hustle gang follow

Coming from a hundred thousand to another million dollars
You finna $#&@ around and get yo $$# whooped dog
We send ya bullets bout the size of a football
I got a youngin' with a shottie, charge a hundred for a body
Iâ??ll pay that to watch a monkey $#&@ a football
Units of the yayo since I was a day old
Uncle taught me said hasta luego, If it ainâ??t about the money!

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