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It's the Remix though! (Young Troy what it do!?) DJ still gon' kill this part (It's the world nigga) Roofeeo on the beat Troy Ave make the Cypher complete (BSB) You never seen nothin' like this, Splash Brothers with the aim I wish a nigga would boy A nigga sleeping with your misses Nigga call me Young 'Melo cause scoring is my shit boy I'm CP3 cuz I be dishin' and handlin' the rock Chef cooking with the pot boy It's all about the muthafuckin' money It's all about the muthafuckin' money It's all about the muthafuckin' money (Yeaaaaah) It's all about the muthafuckin' money Step up in this bitch with my shades on (Snow!) All I see is bands, bitch I got my rays on My jeweler call me Mr. Rolex nigga (niggaaa) Wrists game so strong, they call me Bowflex nigga (Daaaamn) Twenty thousand square feet, bitch my crib way out (Way out) BK Barclay, bitch I brought Jay out (Yeaaaaah) I was, 14 bought my first Presidential (How you ride?) Had the mini 14 in the rental (b-boo) Blue Lamb, yellow Lamb, even had a white one (white one) Can't forget the kiwi green, even had a Sprite one (whooooo) SongtexteTook the Jacob Marc to Jacobs nigga (and I was [?] nigga) With facing 10, big money beat the case, so What's Up!? (Ha- Haaaa) You never seen nothin' like this, Splash Brothers with the aim I wish a nigga would boy A nigga sleeping with your misses Nigga call me Young 'Melo cause scoring is my shit boy I'm CP3 cuz I be dishin' and handlin' the rock Chef cooking with the pot boy It's all about the muthafuckin' money It's all about the muthafuckin' money It's all about the muthafuckin' money (Yeaaaaah) It's all about the muthafuckin' money I be in the hood, drop Wrangler Toilet paper in my Porsche cause I'm shittin' 94th and Willmohr in the kitchen Cooking birds niggas saying thanks for giving Arnold Schwarzenegger arm from the whippin' [2x] Won't reply to you niggas sneak dissin' Suck a dick when you see me know I'm grippin' You never seen nothin' like this, Splash Brothers with the aim I wish a nigga would boy A nigga sleeping with your misses Nigga call me Young 'Melo cause scoring is my shit boy I'm CP3 cuz I be dishin' and handlin' the rock Chef cooking with the pot boy It's all about the muthafuckin' money It's all about the muthafuckin' money It's all about the muthafuckin' money (Yeaaaaah) It's all about the muthafuckin' money No limit to my money I should get a tank They walk me through the back entering the bank Base running Aaron so I'm giving hank That's a hit had him hit leave the nigga plankin' He got six feet, I got six figures Nothin' less but six shot coming off the hip Life's a trip, life a gamble, I'm a big chipper 1000 dollar hand wrist glitter bitch nigga You never seen nothin' like this, Splash Brothers with the aim I wish a nigga would boy A nigga sleeping with your misses Nigga call me Young 'Melo cause scoring is my shit boy I'm CP3 cuz I be dishin' and handlin' the rock Chef cooking with the pot boy It's all about the muthafuckin' money It's all about the muthafuckin' money It's all about the muthafuckin' money (Yeaaaaah) It's all about the muthafuckin' money (You know I love this) (If you don't fuck with this, nigga die slow) Menace to society, cocaine brothers My dog made three Feds magazine covers Get shot for the beat, wash up on the beach Butt naked full of hoes, Timbs on ya' feet Ya' stretched on the block, cover with the top Backwoods, stay strapped, smokin' in the dark Nigga snitch on forty niggas, how ya' writing books? I'm from the city, testify and get yo' body took Fuck 'em all, rats on me cause I hold the cheese Been had him in the Sco' and now it's time to squeeze 50 stacks of costs, boy now pay the penalty Fuck all ya' kids, I swear to God, you gon' remember me Words are powerful, it's time to see my niggas eat In a two seater, in Atlanta, pickin' up mean Ferrari or the Lambo, cause I got em both Nigga took a chain, next they know I got 'em smoked Neva rob, baby, I'm so foreva' mob I'm out in Vegas at the ponds, playing peddle ball Push a button I can turn a bitch to battle raw Kill yaself nigga, how ya' rat on all ya' dawgs? Play my position, here I am, so now it's time to ball Troy Ave, now it's time to ball It's all about the muthafuckin' money (monaaay) It's all about the muthafuckin' money (money) It's all about the muthafuckin' money (Yeaaaah) It's all about the muthafuckin' money I flourish under the fire, laugh in the face of doubt You ain't got enough money or fingers to count me out BSB Records make the cypher complete We the #1 independent label in the streets And you 'sno that Free Abdul my team, gotta' get my bro back (Drummma) Salute to the fans, supporters and the DJs Always Outie Aus Songtexte Mania