[Intro: Troy Ave, Rick Ross & Jeezy]
It's the Remix though! (Young Troy what it do!?)
DJ still gon' kill this part (It's the world n***a)
Roofeeo on the beat
Troy Ave make the Cypher complete (BSB)
[Chorus: Troy Ave]
You never seen nothin' like this, Splash Brothers with the aim
I wish a n***a would boy
A n***a sleeping with your misses
N***a call me Young 'Melo cause scoring is my shit boy
I’m CP3 cuz I be dishin' and handlin' the rock
Chef cooking with the pot boy
It’s all about the muthafuckin' money
It’s all about the muthafuckin' money
It’s all about the muthafuckin' money (Yeaaaaah)
It’s all about the muthafuckin' money
[Verse 1: Jeezy]
Step up in this bitch with my shades on (Snow!)
All I see is bands, bitch I got my rays on
My jeweler call me Mr. Rolex n***a (n***aaa)
Wrists game so strong, they call me Bowflex n***a (Daaaamn)
Twenty thousand square feet, bitch my crib way out (Way out)
BK Barclay, bitch I brought Jay out (Yeaaaaah)
I was, 14 bought my first Presidential (How you ride?)
Had the mini 14 in the rental (b-boo)
Blue Lamb, yellow Lamb, even had a white one (white one)
Can't forget the kiwi green, even had a Sprite one (whooooo)
Took the Jacob Marc to Jacobs n***a (and I was [?] n***a)
With facing 10, big money beat the case, so What's Up!? (Ha- Haaaa)
[Chorus: Troy Ave]
You never seen nothin' like this, Splash Brothers with the aim
I wish a n***a would boy
A n***a sleeping with your misses
N***a call me Young 'Melo cause scoring is my shit boy
I’m CP3 cuz I be dishin' and handlin' the rock
Chef cooking with the pot boy
It’s all about the muthafuckin' money
It’s all about the muthafuckin' money
It’s all about the muthafuckin' money (Yeaaaaah)
It’s all about the muthafuckin' money
[Verse 2: Troy Ave]
I be in the hood, drop Wrangler
Toilet paper in my Porsche cause I’m shittin’
94th and Willmohr in the kitchen
Cooking birds n***as saying thanks for giving
Arnold Schwarzenegger arm from the whippin’ [2x]
Won’t reply to you n***as sneak dissin’
Suck a dick when you see me know I’m grippin’
[Chorus: Troy Ave]
You never seen nothin' like this, Splash Brothers with the aim
I wish a n***a would boy
A n***a sleeping with your misses
N***a call me Young 'Melo cause scoring is my shit boy
I’m CP3 cuz I be dishin' and handlin' the rock
Chef cooking with the pot boy
It’s all about the muthafuckin' money
It’s all about the muthafuckin' money
It’s all about the muthafuckin' money (Yeaaaaah)
It’s all about the muthafuckin' money
[Verse 3: Troy Ave]
No limit to my money I should get a tank
They walk me through the back entering the bank
Base running Aaron so I’m giving hank
That’s a hit had him hit leave the n***a plankin'
He got six feet, I got six figures
Nothin' less but six shot coming off the hip
Life’s a trip, life a gamble, I’m a big chipper
1000 dollar hand wrist glitter bitch n***a
[Chorus: Troy Ave]
You never seen nothin' like this, Splash Brothers with the aim
I wish a n***a would boy
A n***a sleeping with your misses
N***a call me Young 'Melo cause scoring is my shit boy
I’m CP3 cuz I be dishin' and handlin' the rock
Chef cooking with the pot boy
It’s all about the muthafuckin' money
It’s all about the muthafuckin' money
It’s all about the muthafuckin' money (Yeaaaaah)
It’s all about the muthafuckin' money
[Verse 4: Rick Ross]
(You know I love this)
(If you don't fuck with this, n***a die slow)
Menace to society, cocaine brothers
My dog made three Feds magazine covers
Get shot for the beat, wash up on the beach
Butt naked full of hoes, Timbs on ya' feet
Ya' stretched on the block, cover with the top
Backwoods, stay strapped, smokin' in the dark
N***a snitch on forty n***as, how ya' writing books?
I'm from the city, testify and get yo' body took
Fuck 'em all, rats on me cause I hold the cheese
Been had him in the Sco' and now it's time to squeeze
50 stacks of costs, boy now pay the penalty
Fuck all ya' kids, I swear to God, you gon' remember me
Words are powerful, it's time to see my n***as eat
In a two seater, in Atlanta, pickin' up mean
Ferrari or the Lambo, cause I got em both
N***a took a chain, next they know I got 'em smoked
Neva rob, baby, I'm so foreva' mob
I'm out in Vegas at the ponds, playing peddle ball
Push a button I can turn a bitch to battle raw
Kill yaself n***a, how ya' rat on all ya' dawgs?
Play my position, here I am, so now it's time to ball
Troy Ave, now it's time to ball
[Chorus: Troy Ave &Jeezy]
It's all about the muthafuckin' money (monaaay)
It's all about the muthafuckin' money (money)
It's all about the muthafuckin' money (Yeaaaah)
It's all about the muthafuckin' money
[Outro: Troy Ave]
I flourish under the fire, laugh in the face of doubt
You ain't got enough money or fingers to count me out
BSB Records make the cypher complete
We the #1 independent label in the streets
And you 'sno that
Free Abdul my team, gotta' get my bro back (Drummma)
Salute to the fans, supporters and the DJs
Always
Outie
