Artist: Troy Ave f/ Manolo Rose, Rick Ross, (Young) Jeezy Album: All About the Money (Remix) (S) Song: All About the Money (Remix) Typed by: Gemini_20502K@Yahoo.com, kirenamloh@msn.com [Intro: Troy Ave] (Jeezy) (*Rick Ross) It’s the remix though (Young Troy what it do?) DJ’s still ‘gon kill this part (It’s the world nigga!) Roofeeo on the beat {M-M-M}, Troy Ave make the Cypher complete (*BSB!) [Chorus: Troy Ave] (Jeezy) You never seen nothin like this Splash brothers with the aim, I wish a nigga would boy! (I blew my mind on this shit, I swear to God, nigga) A nigga sleepin with your misses Nigga call me Young 'Melo ‘cause scorin is my shit boy! (Yeah - Snowman, bitch! Ha! Yeah) I’m CP3 ‘cause I’ll be dishin and handlin the rock Chef cookin with the pot boy! [Manolo Rose]: It’s all about the motherfuckin money! (You know you can't talk about this paper without talkin bout me, nigga) It’s all about the motherfuckin money! It’s all about the motherfuckin money! (Yeah, wassup!) It’s all about the motherfuckin money! (YeeeeeeaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAH~!! LET'S GO!!) [Verse One: Jeezy] What you do? Step up in this bitch with my shades on (Snow!) All I see is bands, bitch I got my raise, hoe! (Yeaaah!) But you can call me Mr. Rolex, nigga Wrist game so strong, they call me Bowflex, nigga (Daaaamn!) 20,000 square feet, bitch my crib way out BK Barclays, bitch I brought Jay out (Yeaaah!) I was, fourteen, bought my first presidential (How you right?) Had the minute fourteen in the rental (B-Blue!) Blue Lam, yellow Lam, even had a white one Can't forget the kiwi green, even had a Sprite one (wOO!) Took a Jacob, bought a Jacob (And I was fallin, nigga) Was facin ten, big money, beat the case up! Wassup! (HA-HAAAAA~!!) [Chorus: Troy Ave] You never seen nothin like this Splash brothers with the aim, I wish a nigga would boy! A nigga sleepin with your misses Nigga call me Young 'Melo ‘cause scorin is my shit boy! I’m CP3 ‘cause I’ll be dishin and handlin the rock Chef cookin with the pot boy! [Manolo Rose]: It’s all about the motherfuckin money! It’s all about the motherfuckin money! It’s all about the motherfuckin money! It’s all about the motherfuckin money! [Verse Two: Troy Ave] I be in the hood drop regular Toilet paper in my Porsche ‘cause I’m shittin (‘Cause I’m shittin) 94th and Willmohr in the kitchen (In the kitchen) Cookin birds niggas sayin thanks for giving (Thanks for givin) Arnold Schwarzenegger arm from the whippin (From the whippin) Arnold Schwarzenegger arm from the whippin (From the whippin) Won’t reply to you niggas sneak dissin (Sneak dissin) Suck a dick when you see me know I’m grippin (B-B-BO!!!) [Chorus: Manolo Rose] It’s all about the motherfuckin money! It’s all about the motherfuckin money! It’s all about the motherfuckin money! It’s all about the motherfuckin money! [Verse Three: Troy Ave] +No limit+ to my money I should get a tank (UGHHHHH!!!!) They walk me through the back enterin the bank (Chase!) Base runnin +Aaron+ so I’m giving +Hank+ (Safe) That’s a hit had him hit leave the nigga plankin (Your out!!!) He got six feet, I got six figures (Figures) Nothin less but six shot comin off the hipper (Hipper) Life’s a trip, life a gamble, I’m a big chipper (Powder) Thousand dollar hand wrist glitter bitch nigga! [Chorus: Troy Ave] (Ross) You never seen nothin like this Splash brothers with the aim, I wish a nigga would boy! (Troy Ave, my nigga, whole thang) A nigga sleepin with your misses (Real nigga, right?) Nigga call me Young 'Melo ‘cause scorin is my shit boy! I’m CP3 ‘cause I’ll be dishin and handlin the rock Chef cookin with the pot boy! [Manolo Rose]: It’s all about the motherfuckin money! It’s all about the motherfuckin money! It’s all about the motherfuckin money! It’s all about the motherfuckin money! (You know I love this, you don't fuck with this, nigga die slow) [Verse Four: Rick Ross] +Menace II Society+, co-+Caine+ brothers My +Dog+ made three feds magazine covers Get shot for the Beat, wash up on the beach Butt-naked full of holes, Timbs on ya feet Ya stretched on the block, cover with the top Backwood, stay strapped, smokin in the dark Niggaz snitch on forty niggaz, have you writin books I'm from the city, testify and get yo' body took Fuck 'em all, rat sold me cause I hold the cheese Been had 'em and it's golden, now it's time to squeeze Fifty stacks of coca, boy, now pay the penalty Fuck all your kids, I swear to God you gon' remember me Words are powerful, it's time to see my niggaz eat In the 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 Never robbed, baby I'm so forever mob I'm out in Vegas at the Palms playin paddleball Push the button, I can turn this bitch to battle-all Kill yourself nigga, HOW YOU RAT ON ALL YOUR DOGS?! Play my position, here I am, so now it's time to BALL ...Troy Ave, now it's time to BALL~!! [Chorus: Manolo Rose]: It’s all about the motherfuckin money! It’s all about the motherfuckin money! It’s all about the motherfuckin money! It’s all about the motherfuckin money! [Outro: Troy Ave] I flourish under the fire laugh in the face of doubt You ain’t got enough money in your fingers to count me out BSB Records make the cypher complete We the number one independent label in the streets ...And you s'know that Free Abdul Mateen, gotta get my bro back Drummer! Salute to the fans, supporters, DJ’s, always Powder!