Lyrics Lil’ Jay – If It Ain’t Bout Money
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Verse 1 — LiL JAY:
Money got me acting all funny
My nigga I never look bummy
I’m balling, crawling to this paper
While hitting this vapor
All about my bucks
Walk into the place with my chucks
Giving no fucks, cause you hoes can’t tell me nothing they be talking bout they balling but they ain’t / don’t really care what these haters sayin’ cause I’m balling like Kobe’s fade aways
If you ain’t talkin Money no need for discussion gon’ get stupid like the Russians
Infactuated by the paper
Faded like a taper
I’m a straight money maker
Hook x2:
Cause If It Ain’t bout’ money
Then it ain’t shit
Fuck with my chedda’ and get hit
With the Barretta or Banana Clip
Verse 2 — AJAY:
Fuck with my dough
And ima’ make you red like a tomato
Cause I never play, Stay strapped with a Mac 11
Sending a few more niggas to Heaven
Just your average you Buck
Never giving a Fuck
All about the Bucks
Because I don’t Care, I’ll run up on you with my face bare
Cause I really fuckin’ care I’m a walking nightmare
With money on my mind
Only fuck with big bucks
Damn, don’t you just love crimes?
Hook x2:
Cause If It Ain’t bout’ money
Then it ain’t shit
Fuck with my chedda’ and get hit
With the Barretta or Banana Clip
Verse 3: LiL JAY
Im a Mac with a wolf pack
I bounce back like a quarterback
Pull up in a Cadillac this is my worst soundtrack
Get me I come back with a counterattack
Cash is comin out my ass
I’ll break you like your fucking glass
Your underclass I’m upperclass you live under an underpass
Faggot you can’t hack it might as well just hang your jacket
I ball even when I’m drinking alcohol
Always been raider
Fuck u haters, invaders, we upgraders, game changer
Fuck a niner
A whiner
There minors with eyeliner