[Intro:]
Yea, n**ga, Tip in this muthafuckin with me, n**ga,
To the max with it.
Racks.
I count six shots.
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Bustin out the bando,
A n**ga 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 till next May,
Never let ‘em fly away.
What!? I heard, aye!
Listen what my n**ga Tip say.
[Chorus]
[T.I.:]
If it ain't about the money,
Don't be blowin me up, n**ga, 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 n**ga, miss me with it.
[Young Thug:]
I pack an 11, I pack an 11,
I ride in a gator, my shoes are Guiseppe,
I'm S.L.I.M.E. like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend.
Pants out the Gucci store, they stuffed with lettuce,
She try make the extras, I told on these bitches,
When it's bout time to pay, Imma bail on these bitches.
[Verse 2: T.I.]
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**ga wife a hood ho,
Learned that from UGK back in ‘Pocket Full of Stones'.
Put your money down, I could buck a hard four,
You playin with it, Imma send ‘em through your car door.
My watch flooded, shit sick, got Parvo,
I'm doin it for black and yellow, free Hardo!
The head honcho, n**ga no Tonto, n**ga,
I'm quick to put some bricks in a Bronco, n**ga.
N**gas talk shit, well, I don't respond to no n**ga,
No murder, no dough, no convo.
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: T.I.]
Ay, 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 addressin me.
Bygones, we don't let ‘em be,
N**gas disrespect me, Imma catch a felony,
If you listen, I can get you paid,
But not interested in shit you say.
[Chorus]
