About The Money Lyrics - Paperwork - T.i.

Yea man TIP in this motherfucker with me nigga 

To the max with it (racks) 

I count six shots 

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 dimps 

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, know 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!? Aye buddy, aye buddy 

Listen what my nigga Tip say 

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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! 

I pack an 11, I pack an 11, ooh 

I ride in a gator, my shoes are Giuseppe, ooh 

I'm S.L.I.M.E. like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend, aye 

Pants out the Gucci store, they stuffed with lettuce, aye 

She try make the extras, I told on these bitches, hey 

When it's bout time to pay I'ma bail on these bitches, hey 

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" 

Put your money down, I could buck a hard 4 

You playin' with it, I'ma send 'em through your car door 

My watch flooded, shit sick, got Parvo 

I'm doin' it for black and yellow, free Hardo 

The head honcho, nigga no Tonto, nigga 

I'm quick to put some bricks in a Bronco, nigga 

Niggas talk shit, well I don't respond to no nigga 

No murder, no dough, no convo 

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! 

I pack an 11, I pack an 11, ooh 

I ride in a gator, my shoes are Giuseppe, ooh 

I'm S.L.I.M.E. like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend, aye 

Pants out the Gucci store, they stuffed with lettuce, aye 

She try make the extras, I told on these bitches, hey 

When it's bout time to pay I'ma bail on these bitches, hey 

Aye, what you think we in the neighborhood for? 

Standin in the trap, slangin good blow 

Maybach used to slang that crack 

Buy a stolen car while he bang that AK 

If you ever took a loss better bring that back 

Catcha' witcha' betcha' heat will blow your brains bout that 

Know you better be, on your best behavior when addressing me 

Because, bye-gones, we don't let em be 

Niggas disrespect me, I'm a catch a felony 

For real, if you listen I can get you paid 

But not interested in shit you 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 

Turn it! 

I pack an 11, I pack an 11, ooh 

I ride in a gator, my shoes are Giuseppe, ooh 

I'm S.L.I.M.E. like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend, aye 

Pants out the Gucci store, they stuffed with lettuce, aye 

She try make the extras, I told on these bitches, hey 

When it's bout time to pay I'ma bail on these bitches, hey 

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" nigga