[Intro]
(We got London On Da Track) Whoa!
Yeah man, TIP in this motherf**er with me n***a
To the max with it, racks!
(I count six shots)
[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 Card 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 dimps
And my bank roll got a big dip
She gon’ bring it on a big ship
Quite trill, no QuikTrip
I got thugs in the alley, know Tip here
And, 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!? Aye (Ay!), aye (Ay!)
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
Turn it!
[Post-Hook: Young Thug]
I pack an 11, I pack an 11, (aye) ooh
I ride in a gator, my shoes are Giuseppe, (turn up uh watcha uh what they say gah)
I’m S.L.I.M.E. like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend
(ba a n***a boom what) aye
Pants out the grocery store, they stuffed with lettuce, (Bankroll Mafia) aye
She try make the extras, I tell on these b**hes, hey
When it’s bout time to pay, I’ma bail on these b**hes
[Verse 2: T.I.]
Ay ay 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 n***a
[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
Turn it!
[Post-Hook: Young Thug]
I pack an 11, I pack an 11, (aye) ooh
I ride in a gator, my shoes are Giuseppe, (turn up uh watcha uh what they say gah)
I’m S.L.I.M.E. like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend
(ba a n***a boom what) aye
Pants out the grocery store, they stuffed with lettuce, (Bankroll Mafia) aye
She try make the extras, I tell on these b**hes, hey
When it’s bout time to pay, I’ma bail on these b**hes
[Verse 3: T.I.]
What you think we in the neighborhood for?
Standin in the trap, slangin good blow
May baby 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
BA-BOW! Know you better be
On your best behavior when addressing me
Because, bye-gones, we don’t let em be
n***as disrespect me, I’m a catch a felony
For real, if you listen I can get you paid
But not interested in sh** you 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
Turn it!
[Post-Hook: Young Thug]
I pack an 11, I pack an 11, (aye) ooh
I ride in a gator, my shoes are Giuseppe, (turn up uh watcha uh what they say gah)
I’m S.L.I.M.E. like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend, (ba a n***a boom what) aye
Pants out the grocery store, they stuffed with lettuce, (Bankroll Mafia) aye
She try make the extras, I tell on these b**hes, hey
When it’s bout time to pay, I’ma bail on these b**hes
[Outro: T.I.]
Ay ay 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