about the money

we got london on da track!

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&n make my hip limp

i'm goin' fishin' with these little bitty shrimp dips

and my bank roll got a big dip

she gon' bring it on a big ship

quite trill

no quik trip

i got drugs in the alley

kno tip there

she just wanna have a good day

smoke way more weed than a guy in l.a

i want them birds 'til next may

never let em fly away

what!? i heard

aye

listen what my nigga tip say

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 finna do shit

if it ain't about the money

bitch

you can miss me with it

bitch nigga miss me with it

i pack an 11

i pack an 11

i ride in a gator

my shoes are giuseppe

i'm shine like the reverend

i shoot at the reverend

pants out the gucci store

they stuck with lettuce

she try make the extras

i told on these bitches

when it's bout time to pay i'm a bail on these bitches

ay 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 nigga wife a hood ho

learned that from ugk back in pocket full of stones"