Problem - All About The Money (Remix) Şarkı Sözleri

You never see nothing like this
A nigga sleeping with your missis nigga
Call me young mellow
Cause the storm is my shit
And I'm handling a rock chev
Cooking with the pot boy


It's all about the motherfucking money
It's all about the motherfucking money
It's all about the motherfucking money
It's all about the motherfucking money
She on a period like in a sentence
She top me off and gets back to the rich
Oh yeah she's ridin'
She needs the digits
Where the money?
Where, where the money?
I like nigga with money
I like Jews
Short views
I ain't really scared of them
I ain't really with the fucking boy
Everything I do is for survival
Being broke is my only real rival
Cindy back packin' then we back trackin'
Hella wavy, 80's baby yeah we back crackin'
Just whe n you thought we were gone
We'd be right back
Keep my boot between her lags cause she likes that
They live from the heart
I ain't like that
Nigga mad to the money
Where my wife's at?
You never see nothing like this
A nigga sleeping with your missis nigga
Call me young mellow
Cause the storm is my shit
And I'm handling a rock chev
Cooking with the pot boy


It's all about the motherfucking money
It's all about the motherfucking money
It's all about the motherfucking money
It's all about the motherfucking money
I be in the hood trying to ring her
So the baby in my boots cause I'm shitting
'94 and we're more in the kitchen
Cooking birds nigga said is for giving
Underscore nigga I know it from the wooping
Underscore nigga I know it from the wooping
One reply to you nigga
Sneak distance
Suck a dick
When you see me you know I'm dripping
You never see nothing like this
A nigga sleeping with your missis nigga
Call me young mellow
Cause the storm is my shit
And I'm handling a rock chev
Cooking with the pot boy


It's all about the motherfucking money
It's all about the motherfucking money
It's all about the motherfucking money
It's all about the motherfucking money
No limit to my money
I should get a tank
They walk me to the back
And she really wants me back
Face running n every song
Give me fate
That's a hit
Let it hit
He got 6 feet
I got 6 figures
Nonetheless you see the shots coming on the hippers
Like the trip
Like the giver
I'm a big chipper
Thousand dollars at my wrist for the bitch nigga
You never see nothing like this
A nigga sleeping with your missis nigga
Call me young mellow
Cause the storm is my shit
And I'm handling a rock chev
Cooking with the pot boy


It's all about the motherfucking money
It's all about the motherfucking money
It's all about the motherfucking money
It's all about the motherfucking money