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All About The Money (Remix)

It's the Remix though! (Young Troy what it do?)

Dj still gon' kill this part (It's the world nigga)

Roofeeo on the beat

Troy Ave make the Cypher complete (BSB)You never seen nothin' like this, Splash Brothers with the aim

I wish a nigga would boy

A nigga sleeping with your misses

Nigga call me Young 'Melo cause scoring is my shit boy

I'm CP3 'cause I be dishin' and handlin' the rock

Chef cooking with the pot boy

It's all about the muthafuckin' money

It's all about the muthafuckin' money

It's all about the muthafuckin' money (Yeah)

It's all about the muthafuckin' moneyStep up in this bitch with my shades on (snow!)

All I see is bands, bitch I got my rays on

My jeweler call me Mr. Rolex nigga (niggaaa)

Wrists game so strong, they call me Bowflex nigga (Damn)

Twenty thousand square feet, bitch my crib way out (way out)

Bk Barclay, bitch I brought Jay out (yeah)

I was, 14 bought my first Presidential (how you ride?)

Had the mini 14 in the rental (b-boo)

Blue Lamb, yellow Lamb, even had a white one (white one)

Can't forget the kiwi green, even had a Sprite one (whoo)

Took the Jacob Marc to Jacobs nigga

With facing 10, big money beat the case, so What's Up!? (Ha-ha)You never seen nothin' like this, Splash Brothers with the aim

I wish a nigga would boy

A nigga sleeping with your misses

Nigga call me Young 'Melo cause scoring is my shit boy

I'm CP3 cause I be dishin' and handlin' the rock

Chef cooking with the pot boy

It's all about the muthafuckin' money

It's all about the muthafuckin' money

It's all about the muthafuckin' money (Yeah)

It's all about the muthafuckin' moneyI be in the hood, drop Wrangler

Toilet paper in my Porsche cause I'm shittin'

94Th and Willmohr in the kitchen

Cooking birds niggas saying thanks for giving

Arnold Schwarzenegger arm from the whippin'

Arnold Schwarzenegger arm from the whippin'

Won't reply to you niggas sneak dissin'

Suck a dick when you see me know I'm grippin'

It's all about the muthafuckin' money

It's all about the muthafuckin' money

It's all about the muthafuckin' money (yeah)

It's all about the muthafuckin' moneyNo limit to my money I should get a tank

They walk me through the back entering the bank

Base running Aaron so I'm giving hank

That's a hit had him hit leave the nigga plankin'

He got six feet, I got six figures

Nothin' less but six shot coming off the hip

Life's a trip, life a gamble, I'm a big chipper

1000 Dollar hand wrist glitter bitch niggaYou never seen nothin' like this, Splash Brothers with the aim

I wish a nigga would boy

A nigga sleeping with your misses

Nigga call me Young 'Melo cause scoring is my shit boy

I'm CP3 cause I be dishin' and handlin' the rock

Chef cooking with the pot boy

It's all about the muthafuckin' money

It's all about the muthafuckin' money

It's all about the muthafuckin' money (eah)

It's all about the muthafuckin' moneyMenace to society, cocaine brothers

My dog made three Feds magazine covers

Get shot for the beat, wash up on the beach

Butt naked full of hoes, Timbs on ya' feet

Ya' stretched on the block, cover with the top

Backwoods, stay strapped, smokin' in the dark

Nigga snitch on forty niggas, how ya' writing books?

I'm from the city, testify and get yo' body took

Fuck 'em all, rats on me cause I hold the cheese

Been had him in the Sco' and now it's time to squeeze

50 Stacks of costs, boy now pay the penalty

Fuck all ya' kids, I swear to God, you gon' remember me

Words are powerful, it's time to see my niggas eat

In a two seater, in Atlanta, pickin' up mean

Ferrari or the Lambo, cause I got em both

Nigga took a chain, next they know I got 'em smoked

Neva rob, baby, I'm so foreva' mob

I'm out in Vegas at the ponds, playing peddle ball

Push a button I can turn a bitch to battle raw

Kill yaself nigga, how ya' rat on all ya' dawgs?

Play my position, here I am, so now it's time to ball

Troy Ave, now it's time to ballIt's all about the muthafuckin' money (money)

It's all about the muthafuckin' money (money)

It's all about the muthafuckin' money (Yeah)

It's all about the muthafuckin' moneyI flourish under the fire, laugh in the face of doubt

You ain't got enough money or fingers to count me out

Bsb Records make the cypher complete

We the #1 independent label in the streets

And you 'sno that

Free Abdul my team, gotta' get my bro back (Drumma)

Salute to the fans, supporters and the DJs

Always

Outie

Songwriters

Jahphet Negast Landis, Jedediah Paul Gomillion, Roland CollinsPublished by

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