Fat Joe and Trey Songz — If It Aint About Money (The Darkside Vol. 1. 2010)
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If It Aint About Money (The Darkside Vol. 1. 2010) Fat Joe and Trey Songz03:13
Текст песни: If It Aint About Money (The Darkside Vol. 1. 2010)
[Intro: Trey Songz & Fat Joe] Ooh, ooh, oh-oh Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh La-da-da-da-da (La-da-da-da-da) La-da-da-da-da-da (La-da-da-da) Yeah, c'mere! Uh! (Yeah!) Uh! (Yeah!) Uh! (Yeah!) [Verse 1: Fat Joe] Uh, 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 breath, and 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 sendin me And your girl the best, she fulfillin' all my fantasies She drip, drip, drippin' all up in the drop head Phantom seats Now pop your bottles, blow your kush, fuck what your man say Cause you know we don't give a fuck, we let the band play [Pre-Chorus: Trey Songz] If it ain't about money, why we wastin' time? (Until I die) Money's all that's on my mind [Chorus: Trey Songz] 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? (Yeah) [Verse 2: Fat Joe] Yeah, yo 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 Tha Police, like them niggas 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 niggas "Pay the bar" Stop trippin', that pussy got a nigga hard And the Am-Ex card blacker than my nigga 'Kon... vict Music, aaaoooowww! [Pre-Chorus: Trey Songz] If it ain't about money, why we wastin' time? (Until I die) Money's all that's on my mind [Chorus: Trey Songz] 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? (Yeah) 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? (Yeah)
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