Fat Joe, Trey Songz - If It Ain't About Money lyrics

Ooh, ooh, oh oh oh, oh, oh oh oh
La da da da da (La da da da da)
La da da da da da (La da da da)
Yeah, c'mere! Uh! (yeah)
Uh! (yeah) uh! (yeah)

Uh, wrist on froze, thanks to the stove
Mattress financial, bank's never closed
Monday to Sunday, serve all addicts
Joey Van Gundy, watch me work the Magic
Aah, and I ain't talkin' NBA
I ain't even trust the breath
And Jealous Ones Still Envy me problem is
These guys ain't even half what
They pretend to be cold don
Now look at all the shots
That they keep sendin me
And your girl the best
She fulfillin' all my fantasies
She drip, drip, drippin' all up in the
Drop head Phantom seats
Now pop your bottles, blow your kush
Fuck what your man say
Cause you know we don't give a fuck
We let the band play

If it ain't about money, why we wastin' time?
(Until I die) Money's all that's on my mind

You can believe that
I'll be where the cheese at
Wrist on froze, better get your hoe
Pocket full of paper
So these haters can't stand me
Ballin' like the Lakers, keep heat like Miami
And she killin' in them jeans, "Baby
Won't you take 'em off for me?"
She said she a boss, she ain't talkin'
If it ain't about money, why we wastin' time?
(yeah)

Yeah, yo neck on froze, thanks to the hoes
Pussy never plummet, pimp 'til I'm gone
Powder white work
Let's get this shit poppin'
And Fuck Tha Police
Like them niggas out in Compton
Aah, we too fly for our own good
And you can see the sky
Shinin' on the chrome hood
And you can smell that money
Right off the Lou' Vuitton
Self made millionaire right from the Bronx
On my way to Cali, Kobe, he playin' LeBron
Drop 50 stacks, tell my niggas "Pay the bar"
Stop trippin', that pussy got a nigga hard
And the Am-Ex card blacker than
My nigga 'Kon vict music, aaaoooowww!

If it ain't about money, why we wastin' time?
(Until I die) Money's all that's on my mind

You can believe that
I'll be where the cheese at
Wrist on froze, better get your hoe
Pocket full of paper
So these haters can't stand me
Ballin' like the Lakers, keep heat like Miami
And she killin' in them jeans, "Baby
Won't you take 'em off for me?"
She said she a boss, she ain't talkin'
If it ain't about money, why we wastin' time?
(yeah) you can believe that
I'll be where the cheese at
Wrist on froze, better get your hoe
Pocket full of paper
So these haters can't stand me
Ballin' like the Lakers, keep heat like Miami
And she killin' in them jeans, "Baby
Won't you take 'em off for me?"
She said she a boss, she ain't talkin'
If it ain't about money, why we wastin' time?
(yeah)