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Gucci Mane
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All About The Money
作詞：Radric Davis, Christopher Gholson, William Roberts
I'm on my way to see my PO
I ain't talkin' no probation office
Talkin' 'bout my PO partner just sent me 3 million dollars
What the fuck that mean, nigga?
All my ho's go to the beauty parlor
Bought my ma a house today
I'll buy my auntie one tomorrow
I just left the Phantom lot, I didn't do no paperwork
300k my paperwork, just like the New Boyz, I'm a jerk
You bring your girl, you'll finish her 'cause like R. Kelly I'm a flirt
I got work like babe and 'em ghetto boy like facin' 'em
It ain't no mistaken him, hottest boys out Drake and him
Me, Juiceman, and Waka and 'em, ride around with choppas, pimp
So how the hell you chop a blimp, you water balloon waffle wimp?
There's no land next to Gucci money, just ask Shoka Shocka and 'em
Early buzz at the door, word
My country boys they want some more birds
Early in the mornin', later in the evenin'
I'm all about that money man even when I'm sleeping
I'm all about that money
Don't make me send my goons to gunnin'
I'm all about that money
Don't make me send my goons to gunnin'
All about my money nigga, run with my monopoly
Money my philosophy, cocaine on my property
Yeah, that bitch a stripper, but there so much she can offer me
Gave me the connection, send me 7, say it all for me
Money build my confidence, shawty show your competence
Before I get another bitch 'cause I be on some other shit
Higher than a mother ship, Louie in my 7 Trae
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Gucci in my other shit, Gucci pass the other day
30 rounds then I'ma get 'em, I can make a Hummer flip
I can make a hundred flip, that's one Bahamas trip
Make your momma strip, I'm 'bout that dead prez
So for the bread I make you play a game of Simon Says
Early buzz at the door, word
My country boys they want some more birds
Early in the mornin', later in the evenin'
I'm all about that money man even when I'm sleeping
I'm all about that money
Don't make me send my goons to gunnin'
I'm all about that money
Don't make me send my goons to gunnin'
Like Batman, Robin we be floggin', mobbin' inside Aston Martins
Beg your pardon Gucci darlin', more check than a Czechoslavan
What's your motherfuckin' problem? Ross and Gucci, I'ma rob 'em
How you gonna rob the robbers? These home boys got too much armor
We got so much jewelry on, we just make your vision dizzy
Give your ass a charm and watch it make your fingers pissin'
Damn it boy, I'm spillin' krissy, yellow bitches blowin' kisses
Ricky Ross about them digits on the stage or in the kitchen
Early buzz at the door, word
My country boys they want some more birds
Early in the mornin', later in the evenin'
I'm all about that money man even when I'm sleeping
I'm all about that money
Don't make me send my goons to gunnin'
I'm all about that money
Don't make me send my goons to gunnin'
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