Woah
Yeah, man, T.I.P. in this motherfucker with me, nigga
To the max with it
Racks
I count six shots
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 Card to a bitch with some smart lips 
And the F&N make my hip limp 
Im goin fishin with these little bitty shrimp dimps 
And my bank roll got a big dip 
She gon bring it on a big ship 
Quite trill, no QuikTrip 
I got thugs in the alley, know Tip here 
And she just wanna have a good day 
Smoke way more weed than a guy in L.A 
Damn, Ill hold them birds til next May 
Never let em fly away 
I heard, hey buddy
Listen what my nigga Tip say, hey
If it aint about the money 
Dont be blowin me up, nigga, I aint gettin up 
If it aint about the money 
Aint no use in you ringin my line, stop wastin my time 
If it aint about the money
Nah, I cant even hear what you say, I aint finna do shit 
If it aint about the money
Bitch, you can miss me with it
Bitch nigga, miss me with it, turn it 
I pack an 11, I pack an 11, ayy 
Im ridin in a gator, my shoes are Giuseppe, ooh 
Im slime like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend, ayy 
Pants out the grocery store, they stuffed with lettuce, ayy 
She try make the extras, I tell on these bitches, hey 
When its bout time to pay, Ima bail on these bitches, ayy 
Ayy, ayy, ayy, what you think we in the neighborhood for?
Standin at the corner store with a pocket full of dough
Ill be damned if a nigga wife a hood ho 
Learned that from UGK back in Pocket Full of Stones
Put your money down, I could buck a hard 4
You playin with it, Ima send em through your car door
My watch flooded, shit sick, got Parvo
Im doin it for black and yellow, free Hardo
The head honcho, nigga, no Tonto, nigga
Im quick to put some bricks in a Bronco, nigga
Niggas talk shit, well, I dont respond to no nigga
No murder, no dough, no convo, nigga
If it aint about the money
Dont be blowin me up, nigga, I aint gettin up
If it aint about the money
Aint no use in you ringin my line, stop wastin my time
If it aint about the money
Nah, I cant even hear what you say, I aint finna do shit
If it aint about the money
Bitch, you can miss me with it
Bitch nigga, miss me with it, turn it 
I pack an 11, I pack an 11, ayy 
Im ridin in a gator, my shoes are Giuseppe, ooh 
Im slime like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend, ayy 
Pants out the grocery store, they stuffed with lettuce, ayy 
She try make the extras, I tell on these bitches, hey 
When its bout time to pay, Ima bail on these bitches, ayy 
What you think we in the neighborhood for?
Standin in the trap, slangin good blow
Them 80s babies used to slang that crack
Buy a stolen car while he bang that AK
If you ever took a loss, better bring that back
Catch up witcha, betcha he gon blow your brains bout that
Ba-bow, ayy, know you better be 
On your best behavior when addressin me
Because, bye-gones, we dont let em be
Niggas disrespect me, Ima catch a felony
For real, if you listen I can get you paid
But not interested in shit you say
If it aint about the money 
Dont be blowin me up, nigga, I aint gettin up
If it aint about the money
Aint no use in you ringin my line, stop wastin my time
If it aint about the money
Nah, I cant even hear what you say, I aint finna do shit
If it aint about the money
Bitch, you can miss me with it
Bitch nigga, miss me with it, turn it
I pack an 11, I pack an 11, ayy 
Im ridin in a gator, my shoes are Giuseppe, ooh 
Im slime like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend, ayy 
Pants out the grocery store, they stuffed with lettuce, ayy 
She try make the extras, I tell on these bitches, hey 
When its bout time to pay, Ima bail on these bitches, ayy 
Ayy, ayy, ayy, 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