[Fat Joe - Verse 1]
Wrist on froze, thanks to the stove;
Mattress financial, bank's never closed;

Monday to Sunday, serve all addicts;
Joey Van Gundy, watch me work the Magic;
Aah, and I ain't talkin' NBA;

I ain't even touch the money "jealous ones still envy" made
Problem is, these guys ain't even half what they pretend to be;
Cold Don, now look at all the shots that they keep sendin' me;

And your girl the best, she fulfillin' all my fantasies;
She drip, drip, drippin' all up in the Drophead Phantom seats;
Now pop your bottles, blow your cush, $#&@ what your man say;

'Cause you know we don't give a $#&@, we let the pan play...

[Trey Songz - Chorus]

If it ain't about money, why we wastin' time?
(And tell her that) money's all that's on my mind...
You can believe that, I'll be where the cheese at;

Wrist on froze, better get your hoe;
Pocket full of paper, so these haters can't stand me;
Ballin' like the Lakers, keep heat like Miami,

And she killin' in them jeans, "Baby, won't you take 'em off for me?"
She said she a boss, she ain't talkin'
If it ain't about money, why we wastin' time?


[Fat Joe - Verse 2]
Neck on froze, thanks to the hoes;

#~!!@ never plummet, pimp 'til I'm gone;
Powder white work, let's get this %#@! poppin';
And $#&@ the police, like them ^!$$%z out in Compton;

Aah, we too fly for our own good;
And you can see the sky shinin' on the chrome hood;
And you can smell that money right off the Lou Vuitton;

Self-made millionaire right from the Bronx;
On my way to Cali, Kobe, he playin' LeBron;
Drop 50 stacks, tell my ^!$$%z "Pay the bar";

Stop trippin', that #~!!@ got a ^!$$% hard;
And the Am-Ex card, blacker than my ^!$$% 'Kon...


[Trey Songz - Chorus]
If it ain't about money, why we wastin' time?
(And tell her that) money's all that's on my mind...

You can believe that, I'll be where the cheese at;
Wrist on froze, better get your hoe;
Pocket full of paper, so these haters can't stand me;

Ballin' like the Lakers, keep heat like Miami,
And she killin' in them jeans, "Baby, won't you take 'em off for me?"
She said she a boss, she ain't talkin'

If it ain't about money, why we wastin' time?
You can believe that, I'll be where the cheese at;
Wrist on froze, better get your hoe;

Pocket full of paper, so these haters can't stand me;
Ballin' like the Lakers, keep heat like Miami,
And she killin' in them jeans, "Baby, won't you take 'em off for me?"

She said she a boss, she ain't talkin'
If it ain't about money, why we wastin' time?