If It Ain't About Money Lyrics - Fat Joe

[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 trust the brethren, jealous ones still envy me; 

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, fuck what your man say; 

'Cause you know we don't give a fuck, we let the pan play... 

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[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; 

Pussy never plummet, pimp 'til I'm gone; 

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Powder white work, let's get this shit poppin'; 

And fuck the police, like them niggaz 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 niggaz "Pay the bar"; 

Stop trippin', that pussy got a nigga hard; 

And the Am-Ex card, blacker than my nigga '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?