About The Money (remix) Lyrics - Killer Mike

I step up in this bitch like Moses 

Damn right, motherfucker, Red Sea got departed 

This is that All About The Money Remix? 

Well, I'm a kill a motherfucker before it even get started 

The chrome to the bricks, nigga rag to the riches 

Damn right, nigga did it with his soul 

Nigga still livin' like a G, keep some niggas 'round me 

That'll kill your ass like some Ebola 

Serve 'em out the Range Rover 

I swear my Rollie stay shining like a rainbow 

I took that money machine, filled it with hella green 

You be shining like I sprayed you with some oil sheen 

DC, Young Fly, now what the fuck you mean? 

Young said he Seen It All, now what the fuck ya'll seen? 

Grow up in the [?], came in a helicopter 

David Beckham, way I kick it like I'm playing hella soccer 

I turn the valet to a helipad 

Nigga straight walk up in the bitch like I'm Nino 

From the coat on my back, to the shoes on my feet 

Everything on me Valentino 

I'm talkin' Boyz In Tha Hood with the solo, nigga 

Testarossa back then, ex polo nigga 

Niggas still on my dick, what you a homo, nigga? 

When you sayin' my name it's free promo, nigga 

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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 

Turn it! 

What you think I'm standin' in the trap for? 

With the fully automatic at the back door 

Cause when it's on, know it's on, call me king Corleone 

I'm a keep it 1000 like a crack ounce 

Give a damn if you flat broke 

I'm fitlhy rich, I'm still the same, that's a fact though 

Oh yeah, we all about the money, nigga 

All you got is money when my name hold weight like a fat ho 

I can never join in the game unless I'm capo 

Milkin' these niggas even though I'm fuckin' lactose 

Take off on the cops, mama said don't look back bro 

I'm in New York and I'm ballin' just like a Net though 

I'm drinkin' bubblegum pink like Pepto 

Bizmo, bet she wanna come through 

And get low, I'm a be with Haitians 

All my Zoe's, Tip tell these niggas, bro 

Bank roll mafia, yeah, we all we retarded 

I'm a give you 15 from the carbine 

Hit you in the leg, in your head, then your face 

When you dead bet ya I'm a take your place on the Forbes list 

So better remember with the bullshit partna 

I'll be hopping out your bushes with a full clip, got 'em 

I'll take a big stick to a fuck nigga neck 

Swinging at him kind of like a piñata 

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I'm a beast with the choppa, I'm the same without it 

Graduated from the lean, that's my alma mater 

Shoot 'em in his head, say look at my roof 

No sticks, no seeds, only kush in my kush 

Make a nigga commit suicide and call it a selfie 

I get M's like mmm-mmmm-mmm 

I'm an asshole, I'm full of myself 

You get an asshole full of my foot 

They find your ass in the woods when they look 

And these hoes ain't as good as they look 

I need to take my own advice though, cause if the pussy good then I'm good 

Where your ghetto pass nigga, I been big since a little ass nigga 

You little ass nigga, you don't get a pass nigga 

Started as a middle class nigga 

When I blew up, I ain't even hear the blast nigga 

I was chillin', smokin' on the loud 

Focused on the future, but I need my money now 

Don't give me the runaround 

Upstairs in my mansion, knock knock, "who's there?" 

I ain't even comin' down 

I get money on a very rainy day and 

I would love to spray your face with Olay, aye 

No computer cause you never want a space head 

I swallow mama [?] in the place [?] 

I'm a big G dinosaur B 

You know, YSL takin' over streets 

I'm a K-Ci where is Jodeci 

I'm a treat a man like he supposed to be 

I'm a blood nigga, don't try to approach me 

Girl let's hit like Kobe and Ginobili 

If you not Gucci emoji can't ignore me 

Her booty pop just like a circus baby show me 

I might just take off on that broad cause she don't know me 

Dej Loaf turn that bitch into macaroni 

No scale but my bitches say I'm boney 

Lil mama still blushing at the old me 

Nigga thug in the impala whole hustle gang follow 

Coming from a hundred thousand to another million dollars 

You finna fuck around and get yo ass whooped dog 

We send ya bullets bout the size of a football 

I got a youngin' with a shottie, charge a hundred for a body 

I'll pay that to watch a monkey fuck a football 

Units of the yayo since I was a day old 

Uncle taught me said hasta luego, If it ain't about the money!