If It Ain't About Money

(álbum: The Darkside Vol. 1 - 2010)

[Fat Joe Verse 1]
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 talking 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 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, fuck what your man say;
'Cause you know we don't give a fuck, we let the pan play...

[Trey Songz Chorus]
If it ain't about money, why we wasting 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;
Balling like the Lakers, keep heat like Miami,
And she killing in them jeans, "Baby, won't you take 'em off for me?"
She said she a boss, she ain't talking
If it ain't about money, why we wasting time?

[Fat Joe Verse 2]
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 shining 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 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...

[Trey Songz Chorus]
If it ain't about money, why we wasting 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;
Balling like the Lakers, keep heat like Miami,
And she killing in them jeans, "Baby, won't you take 'em off for me?"
She said she a boss, she ain't talking
If it ain't about money, why we wasting 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;
Balling like the Lakers, keep heat like Miami,
And she killing in them jeans, "Baby, won't you take 'em off for me?"
She said she a boss, she ain't talking
If it ain't about money, why we wasting time?