Correct About The Money Remix Lyrics
Correct About The Money Remix
[Verse 1: Jeezy] I step up in this bitch like Moses Damn right, motherfucker, Red Sea got departed This is that All About The Money Remix? Well, I'ma kill a motherfucker before it even get started The chrome to the bricks, nigga rag to the riches Damn right, nigga did it with his soul Nigga still livin' like a G, keep some niggas 'round me That'll kill your ass like some Ebola Serve 'em out the Range Rover I swear my Rollie stay shining like a rainbow I took that money machine, filled it with hella green You be shining like I sprayed you with some oil sheen Dc, Young Fly, now what the fuck you mean? Young said he Seen It All, now what the fuck ya'll seen? Grow up in the [?], came in a helicopter David Beckham, way I kick it like I'm playing hella soccer I turn the valet to a helipad Nigga straight walk up in the bitch like I'm Nino From the coat on my back, to the shoes on my feet Everything on me Valentino I'm talkin' Boyz In Tha Hood with the solo, nigga Testarossa back then, ex polo nigga Niggas still on my dick, what you a homo, nigga? When you sayin' my name it's free promo, nigga [Hook: T. I.] If it ain't about the money Don't be blowin' me up, nigga 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 shit If it ain't about the money Bitch, you can miss me with it, bitch nigga miss me with it Turn it! [Verse 2: T. I. + Young Thug] What you think I'm standin' in the trap for? With the fully automatic at the back door Cause when it's on, know it's on, call me king Corleone I'mma keep it 1000 like a crack ounce Give a damn if you flat broke I'm fitlhy rich, I'm still the same, that's a fact though Oh yeah, we all about the money, nigga All you got is money when my name hold weight like a fat ho I can never join in the game unless I'm capo Milkin' these niggas even though I'm fuckin' 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 niggas, bro Bank roll mafia, yeah, we all we retarded I'ma give you 15 from the carbine Hit you in the leg, in your head, then your face When you dead bet ya I'ma take your place on the Forbes list So better remember with the bullshit partna I'll be hopping out your bushes with a full clip, got 'em I'll take a big stick to a fuck nigga neck Swinging at him kind of like a piñata [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] I'mma beast with the choppa, I'm the same without it Graduated from the lean, that's my alma mater Shoot 'em in his head, say look at my roof No sticks, no seeds, only kush in my kush Make a nigga commit suicide and call it a selfie I get M's like mmm-mmmm-mmm I'm an asshole, I'm full of myself You get an asshole full of my foot They find your ass 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 pussy good then I'm good Where your ghetto pass nigga, I been big since a little ass nigga You little ass nigga, you don't get a pass nigga Started as a middle class nigga When I blew up, I ain't even hear the blast nigga 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 [Hook: T. I.] If it ain't about the money Don't be blowin' me up, nigga 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 shit If it ain't about the money Bitch, you can miss me with it, bitch nigga miss me with it Turn it! [Verse 4: 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 [?] in the place [?] I'ma big G dinosaur B You know, ysl takin' over streets I'ma K-Ci where is Jodeci I'ma treat a man like he supposed to be I'ma blood nigga, 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 There he go take that bitch's macaroni No scale but my bitches say I'm boney Lil mama still blushing at the old me [Verse 5: T. I.] Nigga thug in the impala whole hustle gang follow Coming from a hundred thousand to another million dollars You finna fuck around and get yo ass whooped dog 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 fuck a football Units of the yayo since I was a day old Uncle taught me said hasta luego, If it ain't about the money!
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LyricsFreak © 2019