About Mine lyrics

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[Intro: Trey Songz & Kid Ink]
She ain't doing nothin' wrong
Egh, Trigga, Trigga
It's Kid Ink
(Mustard on the beat ho)

[Verse 1: Trey Songz]
In the club and this n*gga looking at me kinda strange
Wait, I got the woman he love sipping my champagne
But she ain't doing nothing wrong
She just f*cking with a young, rich n*gga
Tell that boy stop acting like a b*tch n*gga

[Chorus: Trey Songz]
You should get some money, why you bullsh*tting? (Woo)
You should get some money, why you bullsh*tting? (Ah)
My n*gga, you should get some money, why you bullsh*tting?
I'm about mine ('bout mine), is you 'bout yours?
Girl I'm about mine, is you 'bout yours? ('bout yours, bout yours)

[Verse 2: Kid Ink]
You could bet that, check my stats
From way way back n*gga we've been doing this
Same old clubs and the same b*tches you just met
n*gga I ain't got time
If the bezel ain't diamonds, presi Obama
Pool in the Bahamas, black Ferragamo
Need me some condoms, we f*cking up commas, honest
Right now this rap sh*t is cracking for me
If it didn't work out we'd be back to the streets
See life is a b*tch crazier than Kelis
But I'm picturing money, my n*gga say cheese
Feel fresh like Axe on me, nah y'all ain't gotta put up no act for me
Your girlfriend already said you act so cheap
[Chorus: Trey Songz]
You should get some money, why you bullsh*tting? (Woo)
You should get some money, why you bullsh*tting? (Ah)
My n*gga you should get some money, why you bullsh*tting?
I'm about mine ('bout mine), is you 'bout yours?
('Bout yours, yours, yours) Why you bullsh*tting?
Girl I'm about mine, is you 'bout yours? ('Bout yours, 'bout yours)
I'm about mine, is you 'bout yours?
('Bout yours, yours, yours) Why you bullsh*tting?
Girl I'm about mine, is you 'bout yours? ('Bout yours, 'bout yours)

[Verse 3: Kid Ink & Trey Songz]
I'm about mine, tell me, is you 'bout yours?
Yeah she say I'm a dog but she down on all fours
Yeah she down on the floor cause there's money all over
Then back on the pole with it
Now I got time, cause now I got change
sh*t, the cup got drank and we 'bout to get high girl
What did you think?
I say God to your dress but no you ain't no saint, sh*t
You know you coming to the crib girl ain't cha? (Uh)
You drinking all this liquor girl, ain't cha? (Uh)
I'm feeling on your booty, girl, ain't I?
Show you how to have a real good time
So bust it for me, elbows on your knees
We don't care who's looking, Mustard on the beat
Uh, Ball hard and yo b*tch tryna reach
No it ain't my fault that she's running through the streets
Dumb blonde, got you looking like a fool, n*gga
[Chorus: Trey Songz]
Said, you should get some money, why you bullsh*tting? (Woo)
You should get some money, why you bullsh*tting? (Ah)
My n*gga you should get some money, why you bullsh*tting?
I'm about mine ('bout mine), is you 'bout yours?
('Bout yours, yours, yours) Why you bullsh*tting?
Girl I'm about mine, is you 'bout yours? ('Bout yours, yours, yours)

[Bridge: Trey Songz & Kid Ink]
I got all bad b*tches at my table (Woo! Woo!)
What I'm gon' do with all this money that I can't hold?
Throw some to em, said
Only bad b*tches at my table (That-that, that's all I got)
Which one of y'all I'ma take home? (Oh, oh)

[Outro: Trey Songz]
I'm about mine, is you 'bout yours?
Girl I'm about mine, is you 'bout yours?
You should get some money, why you bullsh*tting?
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