T.I. - About The Money lyrics

(feat. Young Thug) [Intro: London On Da Track] We Got London On Da Track! [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 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 dips 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, no 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!? I heard, aye 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 [Post-Hook: Young Thug] I pack an 11, I pack an 11 I ride in a gator, my shoes are Guiseppe I'm slime like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend Pants out the grocery store, they stuck with lettuce She try make the extras, I told on these b**hes When it's bout time to pay I'ma bail on these b**hes [Verse 2: T.I.] 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 [Hook] [Post-Hook] [Verse 3: T.I.] Ay 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 Byegones, we don't let em be n***as disrespect me, I'm a catch a felony If you listen I can get you paid But not interested in sh** you say [Hook] [Post-Hook] [Outro: T.I.] 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!