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letra de about the money remix - t.i.

[verse 1: jeezy]
i step up in this b—h like moses
d-mn right, m———-r, red sea got departed
this is that all about the money remix?
well, i’ma kill a m———-r before it even get started
the chrome to the bricks, n—a rag to the riches
d-mn right, n—a did it with his soul
n—a still livin’ like a g, keep some n—-s ’round me
that’ll kill your a– like some ebola
serve ’em out the range rover
i swear my rollie stay shining like a rainbow
i took that money machine, filled it with h-lla green
you be shining like i sprayed you with some oil sheen
dc, young fly, now what the f–k you mean?
young said he seen it all, now what the f–k ya’ll seen?
grow up in the [?], came in a helicopter
david beckham, way i kick it like i’m playing h-lla soccer
i turn the valet to a helipad
n—a straight walk up in the b—h like i’m nino
from the coat on my back, to the shoes on my feet
everything on me valentino
i’m talkin’ boyz in tha hood with the solo, n—a
testarossa back then, ex polo n—a
n—-s still on my d–k, what you a h-m-, n—a?
when you sayin’ my name it’s free promo, 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 s–t
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!

[verse 2: t. i. + young thug]
what you think i’m standin’ in the trap for?
with the fully automatic at the back door
cause when it’s on, know it’s on, call me king corleone
i’mma keep it 1000 like a crack ounce
give a d-mn if you flat broke
i’m fitlhy rich, i’m still the same, that’s a fact though
oh yeah, we all about the money, n—a
all you got is money when my name hold weight like a fat ho
i can never join in the game unless i’m capo
milkin’ these n—-s even though i’m fu—n’ lactose
take off on the cops, mama said don’t look back bro
i’m in new york and i’m ballin’ just like a net though
i’m drinkin’ bubblegum pink like pepto
bizmo, bet she wanna come through
and get low, i’ma be with haitians
all my zoe’s, tip tell these n—-s, bro
bank roll mafia, yeah, we all we r-t-rded
i’ma give you 15 from the carbine
hit you in the leg, in your head, then your face
when you dead bet ya i’ma take your place on the forbes list
so better remember with the bullsh-t partna
i’ll be hopping out your bushes with a full clip, got ’em
i’ll take a big stick to a f–k n—a neck
swinging at him kind of like a piñata

[verse 3: lil wayne]
i’mma beast with the choppa, i’m the same without it
graduated from the lean, that’s my alma mater
shoot ’em in his head, say look at my roof
no sticks, no seeds, only kush in my kush
make a n—a commit suicide and call it a selfie
i get m’s like mmm-mmmm-mmm
i’m an a—–e, i’m full of myself
you get an a—–e full of my foot
they find your a– in the woods when they look
and these hoes ain’t as good as they look
i need to take my own advice though, cause if the p—y good then i’m good
where your ghetto p-ss n—a, i been big since a little a– n—a
you little a– n—a, you don’t get a p-ss n—a
started as a middle cl-ss n—a
when i blew up, i ain’t even hear the blast n—a
i was chillin’, smokin’ on the loud
focused on the future, but i need my money now
don’t give me the runaround
upstairs in my mansion, knock knock, “who’s there?”
i ain’t even comin’ down

[verse 4: young thug]
i get money on a very rainy day and
i would love to spray your face with olay, aye
no computer cause you never want a sp-ce head
i swallow mama [?] in the place [?]
i’ma big g dinosaur b
you know, ysl takin’ over streets
i’ma k-ci where is jodeci
i’ma treat a man like he supposed to be
i’ma blood n—a, don’t try to approach me
girl let’s h-t like kobe and gin-bili
if you not gucci emoji can’t ignore me
her booty pop just like a circus baby show me
i might just take off on that broad cause she don’t know me
there he go take that b-tch’s macaroni
no scale but my b—–s say i’m boney
lil mama still blushing at the old me

[verse 5: t. i.]
n—a thug in the impala whole hustle gang follow
coming from a hundred thousand to another million dollars
you finna f–k around and get yo a– whooped dog
we send ya bullets bout the size of a football
i got a youngin’ with a shottie, charge a hundred for a body
i’ll pay that to watch a monkey f–k a football
units of the yayo since i was a day old
uncle taught me said hasta luego, if it ain’t about the money!

- t i

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