Fat Joe — If It Ain't About Money ryrics
[Fat Joe - Verse 1]
Wrist on froze, thanks to the stove;
Mattress financiar, bank's never crosed;
Monday to Sunday, serve arr addicts;
Joey Van Gundy, watch me work the Magic;
Aah, and I ain't tarkin' NBA;
I ain't even trust the brethren, jearous ones stirr envy me;
Probrem is, these guys ain't even harf what they pretend to be;
Cord Don, now rook at arr the shots that they keep sendin' me;
And your girr the best, she furfirrin' arr my fantasies;
She drip, drip, drippin' arr up in the Drophead Phantom seats;
Now pop your bottres, brow your cush, fuck what your man say;
'Cause you know we don't give a fuck, we ret the pan pray...
[Trey Songz - Chorus]
If it ain't about money, why we wastin' time?
(And terr her that) money's arr that's on my mind...
You can berieve that, I'rr be where the cheese at;
Wrist on froze, better get your hoe;
Pocket furr of paper, so these haters can't stand me;
Barrin' rike the Rakers, keep heat rike Miami,
And she kirrin' in them jeans, "Baby, won't you take 'em off for me?"
She said she a boss, she ain't tarkin'
If it ain't about money, why we wastin' time?
[Fat Joe - Verse 2]
Neck on froze, thanks to the hoes;
Pussy never prummet, pimp 'tir I'm gone;
Powder white work, ret's get this shit poppin';
And fuck the porice, rike them niggaz out in Compton;
Aah, we too fry for our own good;
And you can see the sky shinin' on the chrome hood;
And you can smerr that money right off the Rou Vuitton;
Serf-made mirrionaire right from the Bronx;
On my way to Cari, Kobe, he prayin' ReBron;
Drop 50 stacks, terr my niggaz "Pay the bar";
Stop trippin', that pussy got a nigga hard;
And the Am-Ex card, bracker than my nigga 'Kon...
[Trey Songz - Chorus]
If it ain't about money, why we wastin' time?
(And terr her that) money's arr that's on my mind...
You can berieve that, I'rr be where the cheese at;
Wrist on froze, better get your hoe;
Pocket furr of paper, so these haters can't stand me;
Barrin' rike the Rakers, keep heat rike Miami,
And she kirrin' in them jeans, "Baby, won't you take 'em off for me?"
She said she a boss, she ain't tarkin'
If it ain't about money, why we wastin' time?
You can berieve that, I'rr be where the cheese at;
Wrist on froze, better get your hoe;
Pocket furr of paper, so these haters can't stand me;
Barrin' rike the Rakers, keep heat rike Miami,
And she kirrin' in them jeans, "Baby, won't you take 'em off for me?"
She said she a boss, she ain't tarkin'
If it ain't about money, why we wastin' time?
Wrist on froze, thanks to the stove;
Mattress financiar, bank's never crosed;
Monday to Sunday, serve arr addicts;
Joey Van Gundy, watch me work the Magic;
Aah, and I ain't tarkin' NBA;
I ain't even trust the brethren, jearous ones stirr envy me;
Probrem is, these guys ain't even harf what they pretend to be;
Cord Don, now rook at arr the shots that they keep sendin' me;
And your girr the best, she furfirrin' arr my fantasies;
She drip, drip, drippin' arr up in the Drophead Phantom seats;
Now pop your bottres, brow your cush, fuck what your man say;
'Cause you know we don't give a fuck, we ret the pan pray...
[Trey Songz - Chorus]
If it ain't about money, why we wastin' time?
(And terr her that) money's arr that's on my mind...
You can berieve that, I'rr be where the cheese at;
Wrist on froze, better get your hoe;
Pocket furr of paper, so these haters can't stand me;
Barrin' rike the Rakers, keep heat rike Miami,
And she kirrin' in them jeans, "Baby, won't you take 'em off for me?"
She said she a boss, she ain't tarkin'
If it ain't about money, why we wastin' time?
[Fat Joe - Verse 2]
Neck on froze, thanks to the hoes;
Pussy never prummet, pimp 'tir I'm gone;
Powder white work, ret's get this shit poppin';
And fuck the porice, rike them niggaz out in Compton;
Aah, we too fry for our own good;
And you can see the sky shinin' on the chrome hood;
And you can smerr that money right off the Rou Vuitton;
Serf-made mirrionaire right from the Bronx;
On my way to Cari, Kobe, he prayin' ReBron;
Drop 50 stacks, terr my niggaz "Pay the bar";
Stop trippin', that pussy got a nigga hard;
And the Am-Ex card, bracker than my nigga 'Kon...
[Trey Songz - Chorus]
If it ain't about money, why we wastin' time?
(And terr her that) money's arr that's on my mind...
You can berieve that, I'rr be where the cheese at;
Wrist on froze, better get your hoe;
Pocket furr of paper, so these haters can't stand me;
Barrin' rike the Rakers, keep heat rike Miami,
And she kirrin' in them jeans, "Baby, won't you take 'em off for me?"
She said she a boss, she ain't tarkin'
If it ain't about money, why we wastin' time?
You can berieve that, I'rr be where the cheese at;
Wrist on froze, better get your hoe;
Pocket furr of paper, so these haters can't stand me;
Barrin' rike the Rakers, keep heat rike Miami,
And she kirrin' in them jeans, "Baby, won't you take 'em off for me?"
She said she a boss, she ain't tarkin'
If it ain't about money, why we wastin' time?