Lirik dan Kunci Gitar T.I. feat. Young Thug - About The Money
Intro :
F-E-Am
F-E-Am
We Got London On Da Track!
F-E-Am F-E-Am
F-E-Am
Bustin' out the bando
A nigga jewelry will melt em like a candle
F-E-Am
I went from rags to riches to a feature with Tip
I went from Smart Car to a bitch with some smart lips
F-E-Am
And the F&N make my hip limp
I'm goin' fishin' with these little bitty shrimp dips
F-E-Am
And my bank roll got a big dip
She gon' bring it on a big ship
F-E-Am
Quite trill, no Quik Trip
I got drugs in the alley, no tip there
F-E-Am
She just wanna have a good day
Smoke way more weed than a guy in L.A
F-E-Am
I want them birds 'til next May
Never let em fly away
F-E-Am
What!? I heard, aye
Listen what my nigga Tip say
F-E-Am
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
F-E-Am
Ain't no use in you ringin' my line, stop wastin' my time
If it ain't about the money
F-E-Am
Nah I can't even hear what you say, I ain't finna do shit
If it ain't about the money
F-E-Am
Bitch, you can miss me with it, bitch nigga miss me with it
F-E-Am
I pack an 11, I pack an 11
F-E-Am
I ride in a gator, my shoes are Giuseppe
F-E-Am
I'm slime like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend
F-E-Am
Pants out the Gucci store, they stuck with lettuce
F-E-Am
She try make the extras, I told on these bitches
F-E-Am
When it's bout time to pay I'm a bail on these bitches
F-E-Am
Ay Ay Ay what you think we in the neighborhood for?
Standin' at the corner store with a pocket full of dough
F-E-Am
I'll be damned if a nigga wife a hood ho
Learned that from UGK back in "Pocket Full of Stones"
F-E-Am
Put your money down, I could buck a hard 4
You playin' with it, I'm a send 'em through your car door
F-E-Am
My watch flooded, shit sick, got Parvo
I'm doin' it for black and yellow, free Hardo
F-E-Am
The head honcho, nigga no Tonto, nigga
I'm quick to put some bricks in a Bronco, nigga
F-E-Am
Niggas talk shit, well I don't respond to no nigga
No murder, no dough, no convo
F-E-Am
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
F-E-Am
Ain't no use in you ringin' my line, stop wastin' my time
If it ain't about the money
F-E-Am
Nah I can't even hear what you say, I ain't finna do shit
If it ain't about the money
F-E-Am
Bitch, you can miss me with it, bitch nigga miss me with it
F-E-Am
I pack an 11, I pack an 11
F-E-Am
I ride in a gator, my shoes are Giuseppe
F-E-Am
I'm slime like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend
F-E-Am
Pants out the Gucci store, they stuck with lettuce
F-E-Am
She try make the extras, I told on these bitches
F-E-Am
When it's bout time to pay I'm a bail on these bitches
F-E-Am
Ay Ay Ay what you think we in the neighborhood for?
Standin' in the trap, slangin' good blow
F-E-Am
Maybach used to slang that crack
Buy a stolen car while he bang that AK
F-E-Am
If you ever took a loss better bring that back
Catcha' witcha' betcha' heat will blow your brains bout that
F-E-Am
Know you better be, on your best behavior when addressing me
F-E-Am
Byegones, we don't let em be
Niggas disrespect me, I'm a catch a felony
F-E-Am
If you listen I can get you paid
But not interested in shit you say
F-E-Am
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
F-E-Am
Ain't no use in you ringin' my line, stop wastin' my time
If it ain't about the money
F-E-Am
Nah I can't even hear what you say, I ain't finna do shit
If it ain't about the money
F-E-Am
Bitch, you can miss me with it, bitch nigga miss me with it
F-E-Am
I pack an 11, I pack an 11
F-E-Am
I ride in a gator, my shoes are Giuseppe
F-E-Am
I'm slime like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend
F-E-Am
Pants out the Gucci store, they stuck with lettuce
F-E-Am
She try make the extras, I told on these bitches
F-E-Am
When it's bout time to pay I'm a bail on these bitches
F-E-Am
Ay Ay Ay what you think we in the neighborhood for?
Standin' at the corner store with a pocket full of dough
F-E-Am
I'll be damned if a nigga wife a hood ho
Learned that from UGK back in "Pocket Full of Stones", nigga!
Outro : F-E-Am
F-E-Am
F-E-Am
We Got London On Da Track!
F-E-Am F-E-Am
F-E-Am
Bustin' out the bando
A nigga jewelry will melt em like a candle
F-E-Am
I went from rags to riches to a feature with Tip
I went from Smart Car to a bitch with some smart lips
F-E-Am
And the F&N make my hip limp
I'm goin' fishin' with these little bitty shrimp dips
F-E-Am
And my bank roll got a big dip
She gon' bring it on a big ship
F-E-Am
Quite trill, no Quik Trip
I got drugs in the alley, no tip there
F-E-Am
She just wanna have a good day
Smoke way more weed than a guy in L.A
F-E-Am
I want them birds 'til next May
Never let em fly away
F-E-Am
What!? I heard, aye
Listen what my nigga Tip say
F-E-Am
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
F-E-Am
Ain't no use in you ringin' my line, stop wastin' my time
If it ain't about the money
F-E-Am
Nah I can't even hear what you say, I ain't finna do shit
If it ain't about the money
F-E-Am
Bitch, you can miss me with it, bitch nigga miss me with it
F-E-Am
I pack an 11, I pack an 11
F-E-Am
I ride in a gator, my shoes are Giuseppe
F-E-Am
I'm slime like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend
F-E-Am
Pants out the Gucci store, they stuck with lettuce
F-E-Am
She try make the extras, I told on these bitches
F-E-Am
When it's bout time to pay I'm a bail on these bitches
F-E-Am
Ay Ay Ay what you think we in the neighborhood for?
Standin' at the corner store with a pocket full of dough
F-E-Am
I'll be damned if a nigga wife a hood ho
Learned that from UGK back in "Pocket Full of Stones"
F-E-Am
Put your money down, I could buck a hard 4
You playin' with it, I'm a send 'em through your car door
F-E-Am
My watch flooded, shit sick, got Parvo
I'm doin' it for black and yellow, free Hardo
F-E-Am
The head honcho, nigga no Tonto, nigga
I'm quick to put some bricks in a Bronco, nigga
F-E-Am
Niggas talk shit, well I don't respond to no nigga
No murder, no dough, no convo
F-E-Am
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
F-E-Am
Ain't no use in you ringin' my line, stop wastin' my time
If it ain't about the money
F-E-Am
Nah I can't even hear what you say, I ain't finna do shit
If it ain't about the money
F-E-Am
Bitch, you can miss me with it, bitch nigga miss me with it
F-E-Am
I pack an 11, I pack an 11
F-E-Am
I ride in a gator, my shoes are Giuseppe
F-E-Am
I'm slime like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend
F-E-Am
Pants out the Gucci store, they stuck with lettuce
F-E-Am
She try make the extras, I told on these bitches
F-E-Am
When it's bout time to pay I'm a bail on these bitches
F-E-Am
Ay Ay Ay what you think we in the neighborhood for?
Standin' in the trap, slangin' good blow
F-E-Am
Maybach used to slang that crack
Buy a stolen car while he bang that AK
F-E-Am
If you ever took a loss better bring that back
Catcha' witcha' betcha' heat will blow your brains bout that
F-E-Am
Know you better be, on your best behavior when addressing me
F-E-Am
Byegones, we don't let em be
Niggas disrespect me, I'm a catch a felony
F-E-Am
If you listen I can get you paid
But not interested in shit you say
F-E-Am
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
F-E-Am
Ain't no use in you ringin' my line, stop wastin' my time
If it ain't about the money
F-E-Am
Nah I can't even hear what you say, I ain't finna do shit
If it ain't about the money
F-E-Am
Bitch, you can miss me with it, bitch nigga miss me with it
F-E-Am
I pack an 11, I pack an 11
F-E-Am
I ride in a gator, my shoes are Giuseppe
F-E-Am
I'm slime like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend
F-E-Am
Pants out the Gucci store, they stuck with lettuce
F-E-Am
She try make the extras, I told on these bitches
F-E-Am
When it's bout time to pay I'm a bail on these bitches
F-E-Am
Ay Ay Ay what you think we in the neighborhood for?
Standin' at the corner store with a pocket full of dough
F-E-Am
I'll be damned if a nigga wife a hood ho
Learned that from UGK back in "Pocket Full of Stones", nigga!
Outro : F-E-Am
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