[Jeezy]
I step up in this b**h like Moses
Damn right, motherf**er, Red Sea got departed (woo!)
This is that "All About The Money" remix?
Well, I'ma k** a mu'f**a before it even get started (yeeeah)
The chrome to the bricks, n***a rag to the riches
Damn right, n***a did it with his soul
n***a still livin' like a G, keep some n***as 'round me
that'll k** yo a** like some Ebola (let's go~!)
Serve 'em out the Range Rover (Range Rover)
I swear my Rollie stay shinin' like a rainbow
I took that money machine, filled it with hella green (green)
You be shinin' like I sprayed you with some oil sheen
DC, Young Fly, now what the f** you mean? (f** you mean?)
Young said he +Seen It All+ now what the f** y'all seen? (Ay!)
Left the club in a Wraith, came in a helicopter
David Beckham, way I kick it like I'm playin' hella soccer
I turn the valet to a helipad (helipad)
n***a straight walk up in the b**h like I'm Nino
From the coat on my back to the shoes on my feet (what what)
Everything on me Valentino (WOO~!)
I'm talkin' Boyz In Tha Hood with the solo, n***a
Testarossa back then, ex-polo n***a
n***as still on my dick, what you a h*mo, n***a?
When you sayin' my name it's free promo, n***a
[Chorus: T.I.]
If it ain't about the money!
Don't be blowin' me up, n***a I ain't gettin' up (blrrrrrt~!)
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 sh**
If it ain't about the money! (I ain't finna do sh**, my n***a!)
b**h, you can miss me with it, b**h n***a miss me with it - turn it!
[T.I.]
Hustle Gang n***a...
What you think I'm standin' in the trap for (what?)
with the fully automatic at the back door?
Cause when it's on, know it's on, call me King Corleone
I'ma keep it 1000 like a crack ounce
Give a damn if you flat broke
I'm filthy rich, I'm still the same, that's a fact though
Oh yeah, we all about the money, n***a
All you got is money when my name hold weight like a fat hoe (woo~!)
[Young Thug]
I can never join in the game unless I'm capo
Milkin' these n***as even though I'm f**in' 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'ma be with Haitians, all my Zoe's
Tip tell these n***as, bro
[T.I.]
Bankroll mafia, yeah, we all the way retarded
I'ma give you 15 from the carbine (turn it!)
Hit you in the leg, in your head, then your face
When you dead bet ya I'ma take yo place on the Forbes list
So better remember with the bullsh**, partna
I'll be hoppin' out yo bushes with a full clip, got 'em
I'll take a big stick to a f** n***a neck (n***a neck!)
Swingin' at him kind of like a pinata
[Lil Wayne]
I'ma beast with the choppa, I'm the same without it
Graduated from the lean, that's my alma mater
I'ma, shoot him in his head, he said "Look at my roof"
No sticks, no seeds, only kush in my kush
Make a n***a commit suicide and call it a selfie
I get Ms like mm-mmm-mm
I'm an a**hole, I'm full of myself, you get an a**hole full of my foot
They find yo a** 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 p**y good then I'm good
Where yo ghetto pa** n***a? I been big since a little a** n***a
You little a** n***a, you don't get a pa** n***a
Started as a middle cla** n***a
When I blew up, I ain't even hear the blast n***a (woo~!)
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
If it ain't about the money...
[Chorus]
[Young Thug]
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 and some Wheaties in her place, ayy
I'ma, big G, dinosaur B
You know, YSL takin' over streets
I'm-a, K-Ci where is Jodeci?
I'ma, treat a man like he supposed to be
I'ma blood n***a, 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 b**h to macaroni
No scale but my b**hes say I'm boney
Lil mama still blushin' at the old me (woo~!)
[T.I.]
n***a thuggin' in the Impala, whole Hustle Gang follow
Comin' from a hundred thousand to another million dollars
You finna f** around and get yo a** whooped dawg (BOW!)
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 f** a football, ayo
Units of the yayo, since I was a day old
Uncle taught me said hasta luego - if it ain't about the money!