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 ay Listen what my nigga Tip say 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 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 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 hoe Learned that from UGK back in "Pocket Full of Stones" Put your money down I could book a hard four You playin' with it, I'ma send 'em through your car door But while I flood the shit sick got prob' oh 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 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 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 Aye, what you think we in the neighborhood for? Standin in the trap, slangin good blow Maybach 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 Know you better be, on your best behavior when addressing me Because, bye-gones, we don't let em be Niggas disrespect me, I'm a catch a felony For real, if you listen I can get you paid But not interested in shit you say 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 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 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 wife a hood ho Learned that from UGK back in "Pocket Full of Stones" nigga