London On Da Track - About The Money lyrics

[Intro] (We got London On Da Track) Whoa! Yeah man, TIP in this motherf**er with me n***a To the max with it, racks! (I count six shots) [Verse 1: Young Thug] 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 Card 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 QuikTrip I got thugs in the alley, know Tip here And, 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 (Ay!), aye (Ay!) Listen what my n***a Tip say [Hook: T.I.] 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! [Post-Hook: Young Thug] I pack an 11, I pack an 11, (aye) ooh I ride in a gator, my shoes are Giuseppe, (turn up uh watcha uh what they say gah) I'm S.L.I.M.E. like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend (ba a n***a boom what) aye Pants out the grocery store, they stuffed with lettuce, (Bankroll Mafia) aye She try make the extras, I tell on these b**hes, hey When it's bout time to pay, I'ma bail on these b**hes [Verse 2: T.I.] Ay ay 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 [Hook: T.I.] 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! [Post-Hook: Young Thug] I pack an 11, I pack an 11, (aye) ooh I ride in a gator, my shoes are Giuseppe, (turn up uh watcha uh what they say gah) I'm S.L.I.M.E. like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend (ba a n***a boom what) aye Pants out the grocery store, they stuffed with lettuce, (Bankroll Mafia) aye She try make the extras, I tell on these b**hes, hey When it's bout time to pay, I'ma bail on these b**hes [Verse 3: T.I.] What you think we in the neighborhood for? Standin in the trap, slangin good blow May baby 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 BA-BOW! 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 [Hook: T.I.] 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! [Post-Hook: Young Thug] I pack an 11, I pack an 11, (aye) ooh I ride in a gator, my shoes are Giuseppe, (turn up uh watcha uh what they say gah) I'm S.L.I.M.E. like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend, (ba a n***a boom what) aye Pants out the grocery store, they stuffed with lettuce, (Bankroll Mafia) aye She try make the extras, I tell on these b**hes, hey When it's bout time to pay, I'ma bail on these b**hes [Outro: T.I.] Ay ay 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