All About the Money (feat. Rick Ross) E

Boss. Big Gucci. It's about money, nigga. I'm on my way to see my PO. I ain't talkin' the probation office, talkin' 'bout My PO box. They just sent me three million Dollars. What the fuck that mean, nigga? All my hoes go to the beauty parlor. Bought my mom house today, I'll buy my auntie One tomorrow. I just left the Phantom lot. I didn't do no paperwork. Three hundred K my paperwork, just like the new Boys on my jet. You bring your girl, your Feelings hurt, 'cause like R. Kelly, I'm a flirt. I got work like Baby and them. Kill a boy like Face and them. It ain't no mistakin' him. Hottest buzz out, Drake or him. Me, Juice Man, and Waka and them, ride around With choppers, pimp. So how the hell you top A blimp? You water balloon wop a wimp. It's no limit to Gucci money, just ask Supe, I'm shockin' them. Burglar bars around the door. Word. My country boys, they want some more. Birds. Early in the mornin', later in the evenin', I'm all about that money, man, even when I'm Sleepin'. I'm all about that money. Don't make me send my goons to gunnin'. Boss. I'm all about that money. Don't make me send my goons to gunnin'. All the damn All about my money, nigga, Run with my monopoly. Money my philosophy. Cocaine on my property. Yeah, that bitch a stripper, but it's so much She can offer me. Gave me the connections and The city, say it's all for me. Money built my confidence. Shawty, show your competence before I get another Bitch, 'cause I be on some other shit. Higher than a mothership. Louis in my seven tre. Gucci in my other shit. Gucci past the other clip. Thirty rounds and I'ma dip. I can make a Hummer flip. I can make a hundred flip. That's one Bahamas trip. Make your mama strip. I'm 'bout the dead prez. So for the bread, I'll make you play a Game of Simon Says. Burglar bars around the door. Word. My country boys, they want some more. Birds. Early in the mornin', later in the evenin', I'm all about that money, man, even when I'm Sleepin'. I'm all about that money. Don't make me send my goons to gunnin'. I'm all about that money. Don't make me send my goons to gunnin'. Like Batman, Robin, we be flossin', mobbin' in twin Aston Martins. Beg your pardon, Gucci darlin', Mo check than a Czechoslovakian. What's your motherfuckin' problem? Ross and Gucci, I'ma rob 'em. How you gonna rob the robbers? Can't harm us, got too much armor. We got so much jewelry on, we can make Your vision dizzy. Give your ass a charm bracelet and a watch That make your fingers pissy. Damn it, boy, I'm still in Chrissy. Yellow bitches blowin' kisses. Ricky Rossin' 'bout them digits on the stage or In the kitchen. A-Town. ATL. M-I-A-O. West Coast, East Coast. What hell? The city of dope, nigga. Burglar bars around the door. Word. My country boys, they want some more. Birds. Early in the mornin', later in the evenin', I'm all about that money, man, even when I'm Sleepin'. I'm all about that money. Don't make me send my goons to gunnin'. I'm all about that money. Don't make me send my goons to gunnin'. All the damn gold. Maybach Music. Gucci. Boss.