Rick Ross - All About The Money Remix lyrics

[Intro: Troy Ave/Ross/Jeezy] It's the Remix though! (Young Troy what it do!?) DJ still gon' k** this part (It's the world n***a) Roofeeo on the beat Troy Ave make the Cypher complete (BSB) [Hook: Troy Ave] You never seen nothin' like this, Splash Brothers with the aim I wish a n***a would boy A n***a sleeping with your misses n***a call me Young 'Melo cause scoring is my sh** boy I'm CP3 cuz I be dishin' and handlin' the rock Chef cooking with the pot boy It's all about the muthaf**in' money It's all about the muthaf**in' money It's all about the muthaf**in' money (Yeaaaaah) It's all about the muthaf**in' money [Verse 1: Jeezy] Step up in this b**h with my shades on (Snow!) All I see is bands, b**h I got my rays on My j**eler call me Mr. Rolex n***a (n***aaa) Wrists game so strong, they call me Bowflex n***a (Daaaamn) Twenty thousand square feet, b**h my crib way out (Way out) BK Barclay, b**h I brought Jay out (Yeaaaaah) I was, 14 bought my first Presidential (How you ride?) Had the mini 14 in the rental (b-boo) Blue Lamb, yellow Lamb, even had a white one (white one) Can't forget the kiwi green, even had a Sprite one (whooooo) Took the Jacob Marc to Jacobs n***a (and I was [?] n***a) With facing 10, big money beat the case, so What's Up!? (Ha- Haaaa) [Hook: Troy Ave] [Verse 2: Troy Ave] I be in the hood, drop Wrangler Toilet paper in my Porsche cause I'm sh**tin' 94th and Willmohr in the kitchen Cooking birds n***as saying thanks for giving Arnold Schwarzenegger arm from the whippin' [2x] Won't reply to you n***as sneak dissin' s** a dick when you see me know I'm grippin' [Hook: Troy Ave] [Verse 3: Troy Ave] No limit to my money I should get a tank They walk me through the back entering the bank Base running Aaron so I'm giving hank That's a hit had him hit leave the n***a plankin' He got six feet, I got six figures Nothin' less but six shot coming off the hip Life's a trip, life a gamble, I'm a big chipper 1000 dollar hand wrist glitter b**h n***a [Hook: Troy Ave] [Verse 4: Rick Ross] (You know I love this) (If you don't f** with this, n***a die slow) Menace to society, c**aine brothers My dog made three Feds magazine covers Get shot for the beat, wash up on the beach bu*t naked full of hoes, Timbs on ya' feet Ya' stretched on the block, cover with the top Backwoods, stay strapped, smokin' in the dark n***a snitch on forty n***as, how ya' writing books? I'm from the city, testify and get yo' body took f** 'em all, rats on me cause I hold the cheese Been had him in the Sco' and now it's time to squeeze 50 stacks of costs, boy now pay the penalty f** all ya' kids, I swear to God, you gon' remember me Words are powerful, it's time to see my n***as eat In a two seater, in Atlanta, pickin' up mean Ferrari or the Lambo, cause I got em both n***a took a chain, next they know I got 'em smoked Neva rob, baby, I'm so foreva' mob I'm out in Vegas at the ponds, playing peddle ball Push a bu*ton I can turn a b**h to battle raw k** yaself n***a, how ya' rat on all ya' dawgs? Play my position, here I am, so now it's time to ball Troy Ave, now it's time to ball [Hook: Troy Ave/Jeezy] It's all about the muthaf**in' money (monaaay) It's all about the muthaf**in' money (money) It's all about the muthaf**in' money (Yeaaaah) It's all about the muthaf**in' money [Outro: Troy Ave] I flourish under the fire, laugh in the face of doubt You ain't got enough money or fingers to count me out BSB Records make the cypher complete We the #1 independent label in the streets And you 'sno that Free Abdul my team, gotta' get my bro back (Drummma) Salute to the fans, supporters and the DJs Always Outie