Il testo della If it ain't about money

(fat joe - verse 1)
Wrist on froze, thanks to the stove;
Mattress financial, bank's never closed;
Monday to 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 cush, fuck what your man say;
'cause you know we don't give a fuck, we let the pan play...

(trey songz - chorus)
If it ain't about money, why we wastin' time?
(and tell her that) money's all that's on my mind...
You can believe that, i'll be where the cheese at;
Wrist on froze, better get your hoe;
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?

(fat joe - verse 2)
Neck on froze, thanks to the hoes;
Pussy never plummet, pimp 'til i'm gone;
Powder white work, let's get this shit poppin';
And fuck the police, like them niggaz out in compton;
Aah, 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 niggaz "pay the bar";
Stop trippin', that pussy got a nigga hard;
And the am-ex card, blacker than my nigga 'kon...

(trey songz - chorus)
If it ain't about money, why we wastin' time?
(and tell her that) money's all that's on my mind...
You can believe that, i'll be where the cheese at;
Wrist on froze, better get your hoe;
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?
You can believe that, i'll be where the cheese at;
Wrist on froze, better get your hoe;
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?