All About The Money (remix) Lyrics - Problem

You never see nothing like this 

A nigga sleeping with your missis nigga 

Call me young mellow 

Cause the storm is my shit 

And I'm handling a rock chev 

Cooking with the pot boy 

It's all about the motherfucking money 

It's all about the motherfucking money 

It's all about the motherfucking money 

It's all about the motherfucking money 

She on a period like in a sentence 

She top me off and gets back to the rich 

Oh yeah she's ridin' 

She needs the digits 

Where the money? 

Where, where the money? 

I like nigga with money 

I like Jews 

Short views 

I ain't really scared of them 

I ain't really with the fucking boy 

Everything I do is for survival 

Being broke is my only real rival 

Cindy back packin' then we back trackin' 

Hella wavy, 80's baby yeah we back crackin' 

Just whe n you thought we were gone 

We'd be right back 

Keep my boot between her lags cause she likes that 

They live from the heart 

I ain't like that 

Nigga mad to the money 

Where my wife's at? 

You never see nothing like this 

A nigga sleeping with your missis nigga 

Call me young mellow 

Cause the storm is my shit 

And I'm handling a rock chev 

Cooking with the pot boy 

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It's all about the motherfucking money 

It's all about the motherfucking money 

It's all about the motherfucking money 

It's all about the motherfucking money 

I be in the hood trying to ring her 

So the baby in my boots cause I'm shitting 

'94 and we're more in the kitchen 

Cooking birds nigga said is for giving 

Underscore nigga I know it from the wooping 

Underscore nigga I know it from the wooping 

One reply to you nigga 

Sneak distance 

Suck a dick 

When you see me you know I'm dripping 

You never see nothing like this 

A nigga sleeping with your missis nigga 

Call me young mellow 

Cause the storm is my shit 

And I'm handling a rock chev 

Cooking with the pot boy 

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It's all about the motherfucking money 

It's all about the motherfucking money 

It's all about the motherfucking money 

It's all about the motherfucking money 

No limit to my money 

I should get a tank 

They walk me to the back 

And she really wants me back 

Face running n every song 

Give me fate 

That's a hit 

Let it hit 

He got 6 feet 

I got 6 figures 

Nonetheless you see the shots coming on the hippers 

Like the trip 

Like the giver 

I'm a big chipper 

Thousand dollars at my wrist for the bitch nigga 

You never see nothing like this 

A nigga sleeping with your missis nigga 

Call me young mellow 

Cause the storm is my shit 

And I'm handling a rock chev 

Cooking with the pot boy 

It's all about the motherfucking money 

It's all about the motherfucking money 

It's all about the motherfucking money 

It's all about the motherfucking money