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Pharrell Williams

"About The Money"

[Intro: Young Thug, Skooly & T.I.]
We got London On Da Track
Woah, yeah, man, T.I.P. in this motherf*cker with me, n*gga!
To the max with it, racks!
I count six shots

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Bustin' out the bando (woo)
A n*gga 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 b*tch 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 want them birds 'til next May (goddamn)
Never let 'em fly away
What!? I heard, hey buddy
Listen what my n*gga Tip say

[Chorus: T.I.]
If it ain't about the money
Don't be blowin' me up, n*gga, 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 sh*t
I ain't finna do sh*t, my n*gga
If it ain't about the money
b*tch, you can miss me with it
b*tch n*gga, miss me with it; turn it!

[Post-Chorus: Young Thug]
I pack an 11, I pack an 11, (ayy) ooh
I'm ridin' in a gator, my shoes are Giuseppe
(Turn up, uh, watcha, uh, what they say gah)
I'm S.L.I.M.E. like the reverend
I shoot at the reverend (ba a n*gga, boom what) ayy
Pants out the grocery store
They stuffed with lettuce, (Bankroll Mafia) ayy
She try make the extras, I tell on these b*tches, hey
When it's 'bout time to pay, I'ma bail on these b*tches

[Verse 2: 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*gga wife a hood ho (woo)
Learned that from UGK back in "Pocket Full of Stones"
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, sh*t sick, got Parvo
I'm doin' it for black and yellow, free Hardo
The head honcho, n*gga, no Tonto, n*gga
I'm quick to put some bricks in a Bronco, n*gga
n*ggas talk sh*t, well, I don't respond to no n*gga
No murder, no dough, no convo, n*gga

[Chorus: T.I.]
If it ain't about the money
Don't be blowin' me up, n*gga, 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 sh*t
If it ain't about the money
b*tch, you can miss me with it
b*tch n*gga, miss me with it; turn it!

[Post-Chorus: Young Thug]
I pack an 11, I pack an 11, (ayy) ooh
I'm ridin' in a gator, my shoes are Giuseppe
(Turn up, uh, watcha, uh, what they say gah)
I'm S.L.I.M.E. like the reverend
I shoot at the reverend (ba a n*gga, boom what) ayy
Pants out the grocery store
They stuffed with lettuce, (Bankroll Mafia) ayy
She try make the extras, I tell on these b*tches, hey
When it's' bout time to pay, I'ma bail on these b*tches

[Verse 3: T.I.]
What you think we in the neighborhood for?
Standin' in the trap, slangin' good blow
Made the baby used to slang that crack
Buy a stolen car while he bang that AK
If you ever took a loss, better bring that back
Catcha' with you, bet your heat will 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*ggas disrespect me, I'ma catch a felony
For real, if you listen I can get you paid
But not interested in sh*t you say

[Chorus: T.I.]
If it ain't about the money (n*gga)
Don't be blowin' me up, n*gga, 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 sh*t
If it ain't about the money
b*tch, you can miss me with it
b*tch n*gga, miss me with it; turn it!

[Post-Chorus: Young Thug]
I pack an 11, I pack an 11, (ayy) ooh
I'm ridin' in a gator, my shoes are Giuseppe
(Turn up, uh, watcha, uh, what they say gah)
I'm S.L.I.M.E. like the reverend
I shoot at the reverend, (ba a n*gga, boom what) ayy
Pants out the grocery store
They stuffed with lettuce, (Bankroll Mafia) ayy
She try make the extras, I tell on these b*tches, hey
When it's 'bout time to pay, I'ma bail on these b*tches

[Outro: 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*gga wife a hood ho
Learned that from UGK back in "Pocket Full of Stones," n*gga

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