About The Money Lyrics – T.I. ft. Young Thug

[Intro: Young Thug, Skooly & T.I.]
(We got London On Da Track)
Woah
Yeah, man
T.I.P. in this motherf**ker with me, n!gga
To the max with it
Racks
I count six shots

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Busting out the bando (Woo)
A n!gga jewelry real metal like a can opener (Bling)
I went from rags to riches to a feature with Tip (Woo)
I went from Smart Card to a b!tch with some smart lips (Skrrt)
And the F&N make my hip limp (Gah)
I'm going fishing with these little bitty shrimp dimps (Woo)
And my bank roll got a big dip (Woo)
She gone bring it on a big ship (Sheesh, sheesh)
Quite trill, no QuikTrip (Sheesh, sheesh)
I got thugs in the alley, know Tip here (Woo)
And she just wanna have a good day (What?)
Smoke way more weed than a guy in L.A (Damn)
Damn, I'll hold them birds 'til next May (Goddamn)
Never let 'em fly away (What?)
I heard, hey buddy
Listen what my n!gga Tip say, hey

[Chorus: T.I. & Young Thug]
If it ain't about the money (Yeah)
Don't be blowing me up
N!gga, I ain't getting up (Brr)
If it ain't about the money (Hello?)
Ain't no use in you ringing my line
Stop wasting my time (Bye bruh)
If it ain't about the money
Nah, I can't even hear what you say
I ain't finna do sh!t
(I ain't finna do sh!t, my n!gga)
If it ain't about the money
B!tch, you can miss me with it
B!tch n!gga, miss me with it, turn it
(Hey, go, tell 'em)

[Post-Chorus: Young Thug & T.I.]
I pack an 11, I pack an 11, ayy (Boom, turn it)
I'm riding in a gator, my shoes are Giuseppe, oh
(Turn up, uh, watcha, what they say gah)
I'm slime like the reverend
I shoot at the reverend, ayy
(Bah, uh n!gga, boom what)
Pants out the grocery store
They stuffed with lettuce, ayy
(Bankroll Mafia, go)
She try make the extras
I tell on these b!tches, hey
(Hustle, gah, sheesh, sheesh)
When it's 'bout time to pay
I'ma bail on these b!tches, ayy
(Yuh, uh uh, skrrt)

[Refrain: T.I.]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, what you think we in the neighborhood for?
Standing at the corner store with a pocket full of dough
I'll be damned if a n!gga wife a hood ho (Woo)
Learned that from UGK back in "Pocket Full of Stones"

[Verse 2: T.I.]
Put your money down, I could buck a hard 4
You playing with it
I'ma send 'em through your car door
My watch flooded, sh!t sick, got Parvo
I'm doing it for black and yellow, free Hardo
The head honcho, n!gga, no Tonto, n!gga
I'm quick to put some bricks in a Bronco, n!gga
N!ggas talk sh!t, well, I don't respond to no n!gga
No murder, no dough, no convo, n!gga

[Chorus: T.I.]
If it ain't about the money
Don't be blowing me up, n!gga, I ain't getting up
If it ain't about the money
Ain't no use in you ringing my line
Stop wasting my time
If it ain't about the money
Nah, I can't even hear what you say
I ain't finna do sh!t
If it ain't about the money
B!tch, you can miss me with it
B!tch n!gga, miss me with it, turn it
(Go, tell 'em)

[Post-Chorus: Young Thug & T.I.]
I pack an 11, I pack an 11, ayy (Boom, turn it)
I'm riding in a gator, my shoes are Giuseppe, oh
(Turn up, uh, watcha, what they say gah)
I'm slime like the reverend
I shoot at the reverend, ayy
(Bah, uh n!gga, boom what)
Pants out the grocery store
They stuffed with lettuce, ayy
(Bankroll Mafia, go)
She try make the extras
I tell on these b!tches, hey (Hustle, gah)
When it's 'bout time to pay
I'ma bail on these b!tches, ayy (Yuh, uh uh)

[Refrain: T.I.]
What you think we in the neighborhood for?
Standing in the trap, slanging good blow
Them '80s babies used to slang that crack
Buy a stolen car while he bang that AK

[Verse 3: T.I.]
If you ever took a loss, better bring that back
Catch up witcha
Betcha he gone blow your brains 'bout that
Ba-bow, ayy, know you better be (Better be)
On your best behavior when addressing me
Because, bye-gones, we don't let 'em be
N!ggas disrespect me, I'ma catch a felony
For real, if you listen I can get you paid
But not interested in sh!t you say

[Chorus: T.I.]
If it ain't about the money (N!gga)
Don't be blowing me up
N!gga, I ain't getting up
If it ain't about the money
Ain't no use in you ringing my line
Stop wasting my time
If it ain't about the money
Nah, I can't even hear what you say
I ain't finna do sh!t
If it ain't about the money
B!tch, you can miss me with it
B!tch n!gga, miss me with it, turn it

[Post-Chorus: Young Thug & T.I.]
I pack an 11, I pack an 11, ayy (Boom, turn it)
I'm riding in a gator, my shoes are Giuseppe, oh
(Turn up, uh, watcha, what they say gah)
I'm slime like the reverend
I shoot at the reverend, ayy
(Bah, uh n!gga, boom what)
Pants out the grocery store
They stuffed with lettuce, ayy
(Bankroll Mafia, go)
She try make the extras
I tell on these b!tches, hey (Hustle, gah)
When it's 'bout time to pay
I'ma bail on these b!tches, ayy (Yuh, uh uh)

[Refrain: T.I.]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, what you think we in the neighborhood for?
Standing at the corner store with a pocket full of dough
I’ll be damned if a n!gga wife a hood ho
Learned that from UGK back in "Pocket Full of Stones, " n!gga