SlyHits.com

HOME | GOSPEL | AMERICAN | NIGERIAN | NEWS | HIGHLIFE | REGGAE



Fat Joe ft Tray Songz – If It Aint About Money

Posted by: || Categories: Foreign Song

Advert link

Joseph Antonio Cartagena (born August 19, 1970), better known by his stage name Fat Joe, is an American rapper from the Bronx, New York. use this download link below to get this track from Fat Joe that is title If It Aint About Money and also use this link below to stream and download this song from Fat Joe that is title If It Aint About Money.

 

Download Mp3 Here

 

Lyrics of If It Aint About Money by Fat Joe ft Tray Songz

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, jealou 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, fuck what your man say;
‘Cause you know we don’t give a fuck, 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;
Pussy never plummet, pimp ’til I’m gone;
Powder white work, let’s get this shit poppin’;
And fuck the police, like them niggaz 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 niggaz “Pay the bar”;
Stop trippin’, that pussy got a nigga hard;
And the Am-Ex card, blacker than my nigga ‘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?


0 Comments

LEAVE A COMMENT

Type Name Below

Type Comment Below

« | »