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ファット・ジョー( Fat Joe )
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If It Ain't About Money
作詞:Joseph Anthony Cartagena, Andre Christopher Lyon, Marcello Valenzano
Wrist on froze thanks to the stove Mattress financial, bank's never closed Monday through 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 kush, fuck what your man say 'Cause you know we don't give a fuck, we let the band play
If it ain't about money, why we wastin' time? And tell her that money's all that's on my mind You could believe that I'll be where the cheese at Wrist on froze, better get your ho
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, and she ain't talkin' If it ain't about money, why we wastin' time?
Neck on froze, thanks to the ho's Pussy never plummet, pimp 'til I'm gone Powder white work, let's get this shit poppin' And fuck the police, like them niggas out in Compton もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com
Ah, 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
If it ain't about money, why we wastin' time? Until I die, money's all that's on my mind You could believe that I'll be where the cheese at Wrist on froze, better get your ho
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, and she ain't talkin' If it ain't about money, why we wastin' time?
You could believe that, I'll be where the cheese at Wrist on froze, better get your ho
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?
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