[Intro: Trey Songz & Fat Joe]
Yup, come here
Uh, yup
Uh, yup
Uh, yup, uh
[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
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
Uh 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 kush, f** what your man say
'Cause you know we don't give a f**, we let the pan play
[Hook: Trey Songz]
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 k**in' 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?
[Verse 2: Fat Joe]
Neck on froze, thanks to the hoes
p**y never plummet, pimp 'til I'm gone
Powder white work, let's get this sh** poppin'
And f** the police, like them n***as out in Compton
Uh, 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 n***as, "Pay the bar"
Stop trippin', that p**y got a n***a hard
And the Am-Ex card blacker than my n***a 'Kon
[Hook: Trey Songz]
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 k**in' 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 k**in' 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?