Текст песни T.I. - About Tha Money Feat. Young Thug (Prod. By London On The Track)

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Young Thug: Bustin' out the bando A nigga jewelry real metal like a can opener I went from rags to riches to a feature with Tip I went from Smart Car to a bitch 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 drugs 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 *** Listen what my nigga Tip say 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 Young Thug: I'm packin' 11, I'm packin' 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 bitches When it's bout time to pay I'ma bail on these bitches 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 nigga wipe a hood out Learned that from UGK back in "Pocket Full of Stones" Put your money down like a *** You playin' with it, I'ma send 'em through your car door But while *** I'm doin' it for black and yellow, free Hardo The head honcho, nigga no Tonto, nigga I'm quick to put some bricks in a Bronco, nigga Niggas talk shit, well I don't respond to no nigga No murder, no dough, no convo 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 Young Thug: I'm packin' 11, I'm packin' 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 bitches When it's bout time to pay I'ma bail on these bitches

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