T.I. - About The Money (remix) lyrics

[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!