(feat. Trey Songz)
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[Fat Joe - Verse 1]
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Wrist on froze, thanks to the stove;
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Mattress financial, bank's never closed;
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Monday to Sunday, serve all addicts;
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Joey Van Gundy, watch me work the Magic;
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Aah, and I ain't talkin' NBA;
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I ain't even trust the brethren, jealous ones still envy me;
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Problem is, these guys ain't even half what they pretend to be;
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Cold Don, now look at all the shots that they keep sendin' me;
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And your girl the best, she fulfillin' all my fantasies;
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She drip, drip, drippin' all up in the Drophead Phantom seats;
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Now pop your bottles, blow your cush, fuck what your man say;
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'Cause you know we don't give a fuck, we let the pan play...
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[Trey Songz - Chorus]
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If it ain't about money, why we wastin' time?
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(And tell her that) money's all that's on my mind...
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You can believe that, I'll be where the cheese at;
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Wrist on froze, better get your hoe;
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Pocket full of paper, so these haters can't stand me;
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Ballin' like the Lakers, keep heat like Miami,
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And she killin' in them jeans, "Baby, won't you take 'em off for me?"
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She said she a boss, she ain't talkin'
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If it ain't about money, why we wastin' time?
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[Fat Joe - Verse 2]
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Neck on froze, thanks to the hoes;
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Pussy never plummet, pimp 'til I'm gone;
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Powder white work, let's get this shit poppin';
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And fuck the police, like them niggaz out in Compton;
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Aah, we too fly for our own good;
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And you can see the sky shinin' on the chrome hood;
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And you can smell that money right off the Lou Vuitton;
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Self-made millionaire right from the Bronx;
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On my way to Cali, Kobe, he playin' LeBron;
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Drop 50 stacks, tell my niggaz "Pay the bar";
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Stop trippin', that pussy got a nigga hard;
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And the Am-Ex card, blacker than my nigga 'Kon...
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[Trey Songz - Chorus]
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If it ain't about money, why we wastin' time?
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(And tell her that) money's all that's on my mind...
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You can believe that, I'll be where the cheese at;
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Wrist on froze, better get your hoe;
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Pocket full of paper, so these haters can't stand me;
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Ballin' like the Lakers, keep heat like Miami,
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And she killin' in them jeans, "Baby, won't you take 'em off for me?"
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She said she a boss, she ain't talkin'
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If it ain't about money, why we wastin' time?
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You can believe that, I'll be where the cheese at;
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Wrist on froze, better get your hoe;
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Pocket full of paper, so these haters can't stand me;
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Ballin' like the Lakers, keep heat like Miami,
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And she killin' in them jeans, "Baby, won't you take 'em off for me?"
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She said she a boss, she ain't talkin'
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If it ain't about money, why we wastin' time?
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If It Ain't About Money
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Fat Joe |