Skip - All About Money lyrics

[talking:Juvenile] Aww sh**!, this one of them Juvenile In-Ya-Ass productions hot, hot sh** on the press n***a [Verse 1:Juvenile] I know I'm hard to adapt to when I grab you Don't make me mad I will slap you if I have to I ain't looking for marriage don't wanna be embarresed All I want is a bag, full of green cabbage They know its happenin you can tell how I dress Throwbacks everyday like somethin brown on the chest If I got enemies them cats be thuggin not sayin nothing Me and my n***as'll pull it and buck it And when my song play in the club I'm grabbin on a** Hope my ole lady don't find out cause I'm doing her bad Hey baby slide me ya number I might be on lean Later on if you just chillin I'm a make that swing I bring sh** to the table when I come of course Could be the reason while most these b**hes done divorced He never had time and wasn't treatin her right He runnin with the click so she with me tonight [Chorus repeat 2x] Do you think its all about money Is that the only reason that you want me Just put your name and ya number on a napkin And later we can find out whats happenin [Verse 2:Skip] Where that chick, need super head I need super head, I'm a super I need super duper head You bout to listen to what who said? Ya partna, be calm, be cool I got ya Just write ya number on a napkin We can get it crackin what I ain't yo type? Whats really happenin Like its not been official Don't miss the riddle money is definatly not the issue We can ball out like crawfish Lay up all day and watch[???] Tell your friends you gonna call them You tired been at work all day and you going in And we can do it like G Roll me some weed, drop the top we gon' cruise on the scene So wha**up you f**in with me? Its nothing to me, and some s** its something to see [Chorus repeat 2x] [Verse 3:Lil' Flip] I don't go to clubs unless they got a party there Plus I got X's and O's in my cardier n***a I'm the sh** I'm filthy rich My car like a jheri curl cause it come wit a kit I can front you a hit or drop you a brick And if you saw where I lived you'd probably sh** Enough about me well lets talk about my click And rule one is never get into it over a b**h But that's how it go its all about makin mo dough Sellin mo records, and blowin mo dro' Throwback jerseys and iced out chains My piece so rocked up n***as think I'm on caine But I only sip drank and I use to flip birds Now I'm 21, 22 rippin curbs And if you got some hoes n***a bring e'm in Cause Flip and Juvie f** e'm all like Wilt Chamberliegn [Chorus till end]