All About The Money lyrics

by

50 Cent


[Intro: Troy Ave]
DJ’s gonna kill this part
Roofeeo on the beat
Troy Ave make the Cypher complete
Manolo!

[Chorus: Manolo Rose]
You never seen nothing like this, splash brothers with the aim
I wish a n*gga would boy
A n*gga sleeping with your misses
n*gga call me Young 'Melo cause scoring is my sh*t boy
I’m CP3 cuz I’ll be dishin' and handlin' the rock
Chef cooking with the pot boy
It’s all about the motherf*cking money
It’s all about the motherf*cking money
It’s all about the motherf*cking money
It’s all about the motherf*cking money

[Verse 1: Troy Ave]
I be in the hood, drop Wrangler
Toilet paper in my Porsche cause I’m sh*ttin’
94th and Willmohr in the kitchen
Cooking birds n*ggas saying thanks for giving
Arnold Schwarzenegger arm from the whippin’
Arnold Schwarzenegger arm from the whippin’
Won’t reply to you n*ggas sneak dissin’
Suck a di*k when you see me know I’m grippin’
[Chorus: Manolo Rose]
You never seen nothing like this, splash brothers with the aim
I wish a n*gga would boy
A n*gga sleeping with your misses
n*gga call me Young 'Melo cause scoring is my sh*t boy
I’m CP3 cuz I’ll be dishin' and handlin' the rock
Chef cooking with the pot boy
It’s all about the motherf*cking money
It’s all about the motherf*cking money
It’s all about the motherf*cking money
It’s all about the motherf*cking money

[Verse 2: Troy Ave]
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 n*gga planking
He got six feet, I got six figures
Nothing 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 b*tch n*gga

[Chorus: Manolo Rose]
You never seen nothing like this, splash brothers with the aim
I wish a n*gga would boy
A n*gga sleeping with your misses
n*gga call me Young 'Melo cause scoring is my sh*t boy
I’m CP3 cuz I’ll be dishin' and handlin' the rock
Chef cooking with the pot boy
It’s all about the motherf*cking money
It’s all about the motherf*cking money
It’s all about the motherf*cking money
It’s all about the motherf*cking money
[Verse 3: Young Lito]
More money, more problem B.I.G. said it best
If you got a problem with me better wear a vest
Or feel these f*cking hot slug flying out the Tec
I put a couple hot slugs all in your chest
I be strapped like them white boys that climb rocks
One call I have a n*gga in a pine box
Young Lito man I’m known for selling dime rocks
My b*tch a dime but I still let a nine pop

[Chorus: Manolo Rose]
You never seen nothing like this, splash brothers with the aim
I wish a n*gga would boy
A n*gga sleeping with your misses
n*gga call me Young 'Melo cause scoring is my sh*t boy
I’m CP3 cuz I’ll be dishin' and handlin' the rock
Chef cooking with the pot boy
It’s all about the motherf*cking money
It’s all about the motherf*cking money
It’s all about the motherf*cking money
It’s all about the motherf*cking money
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