if it ain’t about money lyrics – fat joe

“if it ain’t about money”
(feat. trey songz)

[fat joe – verse 1]
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 brethren, 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 drophead phantom seats;
now pop your bottles, blow your cush, f*ck what your man say;
’cause you know we don’t give a f*ck, we let the pan play…

[trey songz – chorus]
if it ain’t about money, why we wastin’ time?
(and tell her that) money’s all that’s on my mind…
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?

[fat joe – verse 2]
neck on froze, thanks to the hoes;
p*ssy never plummet, pimp ’til i’m gone;
powder white work, let’s get this sh*t poppin’;
and f*ck the police, like them n*gg*z 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 n*gg*z “pay the bar”;
stop trippin’, that p*ssy got a n*gg* hard;
and the am-ex card, blacker than my n*gg* ‘kon…

[trey songz – chorus]
if it ain’t about money, why we wastin’ time?
(and tell her that) money’s all that’s on my mind…
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?
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?

/ fat joe lyrics