Lyrics:
numbers followed by a bunch of zeros
Yeaahman I’m all about my business
Loyal to the money but it also is my mistress
But wait!!
I’m in a whole different
em'
Back to Benning Road
Strippa bitches in my kitchen with
The semi's on the floor
All I know I want him dead by tonight
With his head in his lap
I'm mixin the liquor
Maken moves
Droppin the load as we speak
Shawty wanna eat
Easy to pull out my meat
Adamas they know I got heat
Phone ring
Money Man
Yeah, yeah
Okay,
Came in the game as a youngin',
Sign with Cash Money,
Pocket full of money.
N****s poppin' s***
Always talkin' bout
Yeah, yeah
Okay,
Came in the game as a youngin',
Sign with Cash Money,
Pocket full of money.
Niggas poppin' shit
Always talkin' bout
Yeah, yeah
Okay,
Came in the game as a youngin',
Sign with Cash Money,
Pocket full of money.
Niggas poppin' shit
Always talkin' bout
chalk
I I get it,
In the hood if ya ask about me
They'll tell ya I'm bout my bread
I I get it,
Round the world if ya ask about me
They'll tell ya
motherfucker get a fix
Got money out the ass, no homo but I'm rich
Bout to go get surgery and put some diamonds on my wrist YES
Yep, I'm a motherfucking trip
fucked up)
Stay focused on goals
Keep pockets on swole
Brown still in my cup ( ain't no switching up)
And I'm bout that money, money, money, money
(mmm)
I Ain't worried bout nothing
Talking about money
It keep me running
Used to be hungry (yea yea)
But now I be stunting
Sipping on bubbly (yeah)
It
worried bout the other girl, I'm worried about winning (‘Bout winning)
But I can never ever marry a girl, I'm occupied by digits (Go, go)
I love money, baby
out
All you really care bout is the money (Money)
All you really care bout is the money
All you really care bout is the money
But do you care about me?
They do what I say
They do what I say
We get paid by the week
Paid by the week
We gettin' this money
We gettin' this money
If they asking 'bout me
They
we bout it
He say that he bout it we bout it
He say that he bout it we bout it
He say that he bout it we bout it
My nigga a vegan so he don’t like beef
I know mama credit quite good
So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood
Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout
I’m bout to make it rain all 2 dollar bills
Westside! Girls, currency
Fuck this shit man
I got money, I got bitches
I got bitches, I got money
I got
dicky I keep me a blicky I call up my bros smashin hoes in the city
Ain't gettin hunnids by talkin bout 50's, you can't forget P when you talkin bout
I'm all too familiar with this shit
My nigga I'm straight ya dig? Please believe that shit man. Hey! {*echoes*}
[Chorus I: T.I.]
You can keep
too familiar with this shit
My nigga I'm straight ya dig? please believe that shit man, hey!
[Chorus 1: T.I.]
You can keep the car, the clothes,
I love making money it's never enough I love to count doe slow and stay papered up
I gotta get this guac so show me the money I'm bout to hit this
when it's all gone? Talkin' 'bout the
("Money") The root of all evil
Deceivin' 'cause even my closest people tryin' to get me for my ("money
make all this money to show them
Money ain't a thing
Hundreds blue
Hundreds green
Never lose
Undefeated
I know you
Wanna be me
My drip on repeat
I'm
I ain't got no motherfuckin’ friends
That's why I fucked yo' bitch
You fat motherfucker!
(Take money) West Side, Bad Boy killas
(Take money) You know
Lawerence Taylor
RG3 when he played with Baylor
Rip Sean Taylor that boy there was ah true player
stack my money up by layer
got some for now and some for
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