Kaytranada - About The Money lyrics

(We got London On Da Track) Whoa! Yea man TIP in this motherf**er with me n***a To the max with it (racks!) (I count six shots) Bustin' out the bando A n***a j**elry real metal like a can opener I went from rags to riches to a feature with Tip I went from Smart Car to a b**h 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 d** 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 n***a Tip say If it ain't about the money Don't be blowin' me up, n***a 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 sh** If it ain't about the money b**h, you can miss me with it, b**h n***a 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 grocery store, they stuffed with lettuce, aye She try make the extras, I told on these b**hes, hey When it's bout time to pay I'ma bail on these b**hes, 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 n***a 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, sh** sick, got Parvo I'm doin' it for black and yellow, free Hardo The head honcho, n***a no Tonto, n***a I'm quick to put some bricks in a Bronco, n***a n***as talk sh**, well I don't respond to no n***a No murder, no dough, no convo n***a 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 n***as disrespect me, I'm a catch a felony For real, if you listen I can get you paid But not interested in sh** you say 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 n***a wife a hood ho Learned that from UGK back in "Pocket Full of Stones" n***a