All About Money lyrics

f/ Lil` Flip, Skip



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[talking:Juvenile]

Aww shit!, this one of them Juvenile

In-Ya-Ass productions hot, hot

shit on the press nigga



[Verse 1:Juvenile]

I know I`m hard to adapt to when I grab you

don`t make me mad I will slap you if I have to

I ain`t looking for marriage don`t wanna be embarresed

all I want is a bag, full of green cabbage

they know its happenin you can tell how I dress

throwbacks everyday like somethin brown on the chest

if I got enemies them cats be thuggin not sayin nothing

me and my niggas`ll pull it and buck it

and when my song play in the club I`m grabbin on ass

hope my ole lady don`t find out cause I`m doing her bad

hey baby slide me ya number I might be on lean

later on if you just chillin I`m a make that swing

I bring shit to the table when I come of course

could be the reason while most these bitches done divorced

he never had time and wasn`t treatin her right

he runnin with the click so she with me tonight



[Chorus repeat 2x]

Do you think its all about money

is that the only reason that you want me

just put your name and ya number on a napkin

and later we can find out whats happenin



[Verse 2:Skip]

Where that chick, need super head

I need super head, I`m a super

I need super duper head

you bout to listen to what who said?

ya partna, be calm, be cool I got ya

just write ya number on a napkin

we can get it crackin what I aint yo type?

whats really happenin

like its not been official

don`t miss the riddle money is definatly not the issue

we can ball out like crawfish

lay up all day and watch[???]

tell your friends you gonna call them

you tired been at work all day and you going in

and we can do it like G

roll me some weed, drop the top we gon` cruise on the scene

so whassup you fuckin with me?

its nothing to me, and some sex its something to see



[Chorus repeat 2x]





[Verse 3:Lil` Flip]

I don`t go to clubs unless they got a party there

plus I got X`s and O`s in my cardier

nigga I`m the shit I`m filthy rich

my car like a jheri curl cause it come wit a kit

I can front you a hit or drop you a brick

and if you saw where I lived you`d probably shit

enough about me well lets talk about my click

and rule one is never get into it over a bitch

but that`s how it go its all about makin mo dough

sellin mo records, and blowin mo dro`

throwback jerseys and iced out chains

my piece so rocked up niggas think I`m on caine

but I only sip drank and I use to flip birds

now I`m 21, 22 rippin curbs

and if you got some hoes nigga bring e`m in

cause Flip and Juvie fuck e`m all like Wilt Chamberliegn



[Chorus till end]