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- Trey Songz It Ain't About Money 歌詞
- Trey Songz
- Yeah coming ah yeah ah yeah ah yeah ah
Wrist on froze thanks to the stove;
Mattress financial banks never closed;
Monday to Sunday serve all addicts;
Joey Van Gundy watch me work the Magic ;
Aah and I aint talking NBA;
I aint even trust the brethren
Jealous ones still envy me;
Problem is these guys aint even
Half what they pretend to be;
Cold don now look at all the shots that they keep sending me;
And your girl the best
She fulfilling all my fantasies;
She drip drip dripping all up
In the Drophead Phantom seats;
Now pop your bottles blow your cush
F**k what your man say;
Cause you know we dont give a f**k
We let the pan play
If it aint about money why we wasting time
And tell her that
Moneys all thats on my mind
You can believe that
Ill be where the cheese at;
Wrist on froze better get your hoe;
Pocket full of paper
So these haters cant stand me;
Ballin like the Lakers
Keep heat like Miami
And she killing in them jeans
Baby wont you take em off for me '
She said she a boss she aint talking
If it aint about money
Why we wasting time
Neck on froze thanks to the hoes;
Pussy never plummet
Pimp til Im gone;
Powder white work lets get this shit popping;
And f**k the police
Like them niggaz out in Compton;
Aah we too fly for our own good;
And you can see the sky shining on the chrome hood;
And you can smell that
Money right off theLou Vuitton;
Self made millionaire right from the Bronx;
On my way to Cali Kobe he playing LeBron;
Drop 50 stacks tell my niggaz Pay the bar
Stop tripping that pussy got a nigga hard ;
And the Am-Ex card blacker than my nigga Kon
If it aint about money why we wasting time
And tell her that moneys all thats on my mind
You can believe that
Ill be where the cheese at;
Wrist on froze better get your hoe;
Pocket full of paper
So these haters cant stand me;
Ballin like the Lakers
Keep heat like Miami
And she killing in them jeans
Baby wont you take em off for me
She said she a boss she aint talking
If it aint about money
Why we wasting time
You can believe that
Ill be where the cheese at;
Wrist on froze better get your hoe;
Pocket full of paper
So these haters cant stand me;
Balling like the Lakers
Keep heat like Miami
And she killinging em jeans
Baby wont you take em off for me
She said she a boss she aint talking
If it aint about money why we wasting time
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