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- Fat Joe If It Ain't About Money 歌詞
- Fat Joe
- 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 brethren 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 Drophead Phantom seats;
Now pop your bottles blow your cush **** what your man say;
'Cause you know we don't give a **** we let the pan play
If it ain't about money why we wastin' time
(And tell her that ) 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
Neck on froze thanks to the hoes;
***** never plummet pimp 'til I'm gone;
Powder white work let's get this **** poppin';
And **** the police like them ****** 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 ****** 'Pay the bar';
Stop trippin' that ***** got a ***** hard;
And the Am-Ex card blacker than my ***** 'Kon
If it ain't about money why we wastin' time
(And tell her that) 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
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
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