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We got landing on a train! 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 Car to a bitch with some smart lips And the F&M at my hip lip I'm goin' fishin' with these little bitty strip dips And my bank roll got a big dip She gon' bring it on a big ship, oh! Quite trill, no Quik Trip I got drugs in the alley, no tip there She just wanna have a GOOD DAY Smoke more weed on way than a guy in L.A I want them birds 'til next May Never let 'em fly away What!? I heard A Listen what my nigga Tip say 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 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 feel do shit If it ain't about the money Letras de cancionesBitch, you can miss me with it, bitch nigga miss me with it I'm packin' 11, I'm packin' 11 I ride in a gator, my shoes are Guiseppe I'm slime like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend Pants out the Gucci store, they stuck with lettuce (God Damn!) We got landing on a train! 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 Car to a bitch with some smart lips And the F&M at my hip lip I'm goin' fishin' with these little bitty strip dips And my bank roll got a big dip, uh She gon' bring it on a big ship, oh! Quite trill, no Quik Trip I got drugs in the alley, no tip there She just wanna have a GOOD DAY Smoke more weed on way than a guy in L.A I want them birds 'til next May Never let 'em fly away What!? I heard A Listen what my nigga Tip say I'm packin' 11, I'm packin' 11 I ride in a gator, my shoes are Guiseppe I'm slime like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend Pants out the Gucci store, they stuck with lettuce She try made up on these bitches When it's my time to pay I'mma bail on these bitches Ay what's that we in the neighborhood for? Standin' at the corner store with a pocket full of dough I'd be damned if a nigga wipe a hood out Learned that from UGK back in "Pocket Full of Stones" Put your money down like a book of Hard O You playin' with it, I'ma send 'em through your car door But while ? on your seat, got 50 I'm doin' it for black and yellow, free hut out The head honcho, nigga no Tonto, nigga I'm quick to put some bricks in a Bronco, nigga Niggas talk shit, well I don't respond to no nigga No murder, no dough, no convo 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 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 feel do shit If it ain't about the money Bitch, you can miss me with it, bitch nigga miss me with it I'm packin' 11, I'm packin' 11 I ride in a gator, my shoes are Guiseppe I'm slime like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend Pants out the Gucci store, they stuck with lettuce A! From Letras Mania