[Intro: Young Thug, Skooly & T.I.]
(We got London On Da Track)
Woah
Yeah, man, T.I.P. in this motherfucker with me, n***a
To the max with it
Racks
I count six shots

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Bustin' out the bando (Woo)
A n***a jewelry real metal like a can opener (Bling)
I went from rags to riches to a feature with Tip (Woo)
I went from Smart Card to a bitch with some smart lips (Skrrt)
And the F&N make my hip limp (Gah)
I'm goin' fishin' with these little bitty shrimp dimps (Woo)
And my bank roll got a big dip (Woo)
She gon' bring it on a big ship (Sheesh, sheesh)
Quite trill, no QuikTrip (Sheesh, sheesh)
I got thugs in the alley, know Tip here (Woo)
And she just wanna have a good day (What?)
Smoke way more weed than a guy in L.A (Damn)
Damn, I'll hold them birds 'til next May (Goddamn)
Never let 'em fly away (What?)
I heard, hey buddy
Listen what my n***a Tip say, hey
[Chorus: T.I. & Young Thug]
If it ain't about the money (Yeah)
Don't be blowin' me up, n***a, I ain't gettin' up (Brr)
If it ain't about the money (Hello?)
Ain't no use in you ringin' my line, stop wastin' my time (Bye bruh)
If it ain't about the money
Nah, I can't even hear what you say, I ain't finna do shit (I ain't finna do shit, my n***a)
If it ain't about the money
Bitch, you can miss me with it
Bitch n***a, miss me with it, turn it (Hey, go, tell 'em)

[Post-Chorus: Young Thug & T.I.]
I pack an 11, I pack an 11, ayy (Boom, turn it)
I'm ridin' in a gator, my shoes are Giuseppe, ooh (Turn up, uh, watcha, what they say gah)
I'm slime like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend, ayy (Bah, uh n***a, boom what)
Pants out the grocery store, they stuffed with lettuce, ayy (Bankroll Mafia, go)
She try make the extras, I tell on these bitches, hey (Hustle, gah, sheesh, sheesh)
When it's 'bout time to pay, I'ma bail on these bitches, ayy (Yuh, uh uh, skrrt)

[Refrain: T.I.]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, what you think we in the neighborhood for?
Standin' at the corner store with a pocket full of dough
I'll be damned if a n***a wife a hood ho (woo)
Learned that from UGK back in "Pocket Full of Stones"

[Verse 2: T.I.]
Put your money down, I could buck a hard 4
You playin' with it, I'ma send 'em through your car door
My watch flooded, shit sick, got Parvo
I'm doin' it for black and yellow, free Hardo
The head honcho, n***a, no Tonto, n***a
I'm quick to put some bricks in a Bronco, n***a
N***as talk shit, well, I don't respond to no n***a
No murder, no dough, no convo, n***a
[Chorus: T.I.]
If it ain't about the money
Don't be blowin' me up, n***a, 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 shit
If it ain't about the money
Bitch, you can miss me with it
Bitch n***a, miss me with it, turn it (Go, tell 'em)

[Post-Chorus: Young Thug & T.I.]
I pack an 11, I pack an 11, ayy (Boom, turn it)
I'm ridin' in a gator, my shoes are Giuseppe, ooh (Turn up, uh, watcha, what they say gah)
I'm slime like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend, ayy (Bah, uh n***a, boom what)
Pants out the grocery store, they stuffed with lettuce, ayy (Bankroll Mafia, go)
She try make the extras, I tell on these bitches, hey (Hustle, gah)
When it's 'bout time to pay, I'ma bail on these bitches, ayy (Yuh, uh uh)

[Refrain: T.I.]
What you think we in the neighborhood for?
Standin' in the trap, slangin' good blow
Them '80s babies used to slang that crack
Buy a stolen car while he bang that AK

[Verse 3: T.I.]
If you ever took a loss, better bring that back
Catch up witcha, betcha he gon' blow your brains 'bout that
Ba-bow, ayy, know you better be (better be)
On your best behavior when addressin' me
Because, bye-gones, we don't let 'em be
N***as disrespect me, I'ma catch a felony
For real, if you listen I can get you paid
But not interested in shit you say
[Chorus: T.I.]
If it ain't about the money (n***a)
Don't be blowin' me up, n***a, 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 shit
If it ain't about the money
Bitch, you can miss me with it
Bitch n***a, miss me with it, turn it

[Post-Chorus: Young Thug & T.I.]
I pack an 11, I pack an 11, ayy (Boom, turn it)
I'm ridin' in a gator, my shoes are Giuseppe, ooh (Turn up, uh, watcha, what they say gah)
I'm slime like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend, ayy (Bah, uh n***a, boom what)
Pants out the grocery store, they stuffed with lettuce, ayy (Bankroll Mafia, go)
She try make the extras, I tell on these bitches, hey (Hustle, gah)
When it's 'bout time to pay, I'ma bail on these bitches, ayy (Yuh, uh uh)

[Refrain: T.I.]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, what you think we in the neighborhood for?
Standin' at the corner store with a pocket full of dough
I’ll be damned if a n***a wife a hood ho
Learned that from UGK back in "Pocket Full of Stones," n***a