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T.I. lyrics : "About the Money"


feat Young Thug

We got landing on a train!

[Young Thug:]
Bustin' out the bando
A nigga jewelry real metal like a can opener
I went from rags to riches to a feature with Tip
I went from Smart Car to a bitch with some smart lips
And the F&M at my hip lip
I'm goin' fishin' with these little bitty strip dips
And my bank roll got a big dip
She gon' bring it on a big ship, oh!
Quite trill, no Quik Trip
I got drugs in the alley, no tip there
She just wanna have a GOOD DAY
Smoke more weed on way than a guy in L.A
I want them birds 'til next May
Never let â??em fly away
What!? I heard A
Listen what my nigga Tip say

[T.I.]
If it ain't about the money
Don't be blowin' me up, nigga 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 feel do shit
If it ain't about the money
Bitch, you can miss me with it, bitch nigga miss me with it

[Young Thug:]
I'm packin' 11, I'm packin' 11
I ride in a gator, my shoes are Guiseppe
I'm slime like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend
Pants out the Gucci store, they stuck with lettuce (God Damn!)

We got landing on a train!
Bustin' out the bando
A nigga jewelry real metal like a can opener
I went from rags to riches to a feature with Tip
I went from Smart Car to a bitch with some smart lips
And the F&M at my hip lip
I'm goin' fishin' with these little bitty strip dips
And my bank roll got a big dip, uh
She gon' bring it on a big ship, oh!
Quite trill, no Quik Trip
I got drugs in the alley, no tip there
She just wanna have a GOOD DAY
Smoke more weed on way than a guy in L.A
I want them birds 'til next May
Never let â??em fly away
What!? I heard A
Listen what my nigga Tip say
[Young Thug:]
I'm packin' 11, I'm packin' 11
I ride in a gator, my shoes are Guiseppe
I'm slime like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend
Pants out the Gucci store, they stuck with lettuce
She try made up on these bitches
When it's my time to pay I'mma bail on these bitches

[T.I.]
Ay what's that we in the neighborhood for?
Standin' at the corner store with a pocket full of dough
I'd be damned if a nigga wipe a hood out
Learned that from UGK back in "Pocket Full of Stones"
Put your money down like a book of Hard O
You playin' with it, I'ma send 'em through your car door
But while ? on your seat, got 50
I'm doin' it for black and yellow, free hut out
The head honcho, nigga no Tonto, nigga
I'm quick to put some bricks in a Bronco, nigga
Niggas talk shit, well I don't respond to no nigga
No murder, no dough, no convo

If it ain't about the money
Don't be blowin' me up, nigga 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 feel do shit
If it ain't about the money
Bitch, you can miss me with it, bitch nigga miss me with it

[Young Thug:]
I'm packin' 11, I'm packin' 11
I ride in a gator, my shoes are Guiseppe
I'm slime like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend
Pants out the Gucci store, they stuck with lettuce
A!


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