T.I. — All About da Money Remix

[Intro: Jeezy] I step up in this bitch like Moses Damn right, motherfucker, Red Sea got departed (oooh!) This is that "All About The Money" remix? Well, I'ma kill a motherfucker before it even get started We got London on da... (Yeeaaah!) The chrome to the bricks, nigga rag to the riches Damn right, nigga did it with the soda Nigga still livin' like a G, keep some niggas 'round me That'll kill your ass like some Ebola I count six shots! [Verse 1: Jeezy] Young! Serve 'em out the Range Rover (Range Ro') I swear my Rollie stay shining like a rainbow (skee!) I took that money machine, filled it with hella green (green) You be shining like I sprayed you with some oil sheen DC Young Fly, now what the fuck you mean? (fuck you mean?) Young said he Seen It All, now what the fuck ya'll seen? (ay!) Left the club in a Wraith, came in a helicopter David Beckham, way I kick it like I'm playing hella soccer I turn the valet to a helipad (helipad) Nigga straight walk up in the bitch like I'm Nino From the coat on my back, to the shoes on my feet (what, what) Everything on me Valentino ('tino! ooh!) I'm talkin' Boyz N Da Hood, went solo, nigga (solo, nigga) Testarossa back then, ex-Polo nigga Niggas still on my dick, what you a homo, nigga? When you sayin' my name, it's free promo, nigga! What! Look! [Chorus: T.I. & Jeezy] 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... Look! If it ain't about the money Ain't no use in you ringin' my line, stop wastin' my time Look, you bitch ass niggas If it ain't about that check, nigga If it ain't about the money Nah I can't even hear what you say, I ain't finna do shit Ain't finna do shit! If it ain't about the money (Hustle Gang, nigga!) Bitch, you can miss me with it, bitch nigga miss me with it Bitch, you can miss me with it! Look, turn! Hey! Turn up! [Verse 2: T.I. & Young Thug] What you think I'm standin' in the trap for? (why?) With the fully automatic at the back door 'Cause when it's on, know it's on, call me King Corleone (ooh!) I'mma keep it 1000 like a crack ounce Give a damn if I'm flat broke (nah!) I'm filthy rich, I'm still the same, that's a fact though Oh yeah, we all about the money, nigga All you got is money when my name hold weight like a fat ho I can never join in the game 'less I'm capo Milkin' these niggas even though I'm fuckin' 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 Bismol, bet she wanna come through And get low, I'ma be with Haitians All my Zos, Tip tell these niggas, bro Bankroll Mob, yeah, we on, we retarded I'ma give you 15 from the carbine (turn it!) 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 miss with that bullshit, partner I'll be hopping out your bushes with a full clip, got 'em (got 'em!) I'll take a big stick to a fuck nigga neck (nigga neck!) Swinging at it, kind of like a piñata [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] I'm a beast with the choppa, I'm the same without it Graduated from the lean, that's my alma mater Um! Shoot 'em in his head, he say, "Look at my roof!" No sticks, no seeds, only kush in my kush Make a nigga commit suicide and call it a selfie I get M's like mmm-mmmm-mmm I'm an asshole, I'm full of myself You get an asshole full of my foot They find your ass 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 pussy good then I'm good Where your ghetto pass, nigga? I been big since a little-ass nigga You little-ass nigga, you don't get a pass, nigga Started as a middle-class nigga When I blew up, I ain't even hear the blast, nigga (woo!) 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 if it ain't about the money [Chorus: T.I. & Lil Wayne] If it ain't about the money (Yeah!) Don't be blowin' me up, nigga I ain't gettin' up (Tune!) 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 (about the money) Nah I can't even hear what you say, I ain't finna do shit Ain't finna do shit, my nigga! If it ain't about the money Bitch, you can miss me with it, bitch nigga miss me with it Turn up! (Remix, baby!) [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 she never wanted space, aye I swear lil' mama is the weirdest in the place, ayy I'm a big G, dinosaur B You know, YSL takin' over streets I'm a K-Ci, where is Jodeci? I'ma treat em' bad like he supposed to be I'm a blood, nigga, don't try to approach me Girl, let's hit like Kobe and Ginobili If them not Gucci earmuffs, you can't ignore me Her booty piped up like a circus, baby, show me I might just take off on that broad 'cause she don't know me Dej Loaf, change that beef to macaroni No scale, but my bitches say I'm bony Lil mama still blushing at the old me (woo!) [Verse 5: T.I.] Nigga, Thug in the Impala, whole Hustle Gang follow Coming from a hundred thousand to another million dollars You finna fuck around and get yo ass whooped, dawg (bow!) 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 fuck a football, ayo! Units of the yayo, since I was a day old Uncle taught me say, "Hasta luego" if it ain’t about the money! [Outro: Sample] Fatality