All About The Money (ted Smooth Remix... Lyrics - Manolo Rose

It's the Remix though! (Young Troy what it do?) 

Dj still gon' kill this part (It's the world nigga) 

Roofeeo on the beat 

Troy Ave make the Cypher complete (BSB) 

You never seen nothin' like this, Splash Brothers with the aim 

I wish a nigga would boy 

A nigga sleeping with your misses 

Nigga call me Young 'Melo cause scoring is my shit boy 

I'm CP3 'cause I be dishin' and handlin' the rock 

Chef cooking with the pot boy 

It's all about the muthafuckin' money 

It's all about the muthafuckin' money 

It's all about the muthafuckin' money (Yeah) 

It's all about the muthafuckin' money 

Step up in this bitch with my shades on (snow!) 

All I see is bands, bitch I got my rays on 

My jeweler call me Mr. Rolex nigga (niggaaa) 

Wrists game so strong, they call me Bowflex nigga (Damn) 

Twenty thousand square feet, bitch my crib way out (way out) 

Bk Barclay, bitch I brought Jay out (yeah) 

I was, 14 bought my first Presidential (how you ride?) 

Had the mini 14 in the rental (b-boo) 

Blue Lamb, yellow Lamb, even had a white one (white one) 

Can't forget the kiwi green, even had a Sprite one (whoo) 

Took the Jacob Marc to Jacobs nigga 

With facing 10, big money beat the case, so What's Up!? (Ha-ha) 

You never seen nothin' like this, Splash Brothers with the aim 

I wish a nigga would boy 

A nigga sleeping with your misses 

Nigga call me Young 'Melo cause scoring is my shit boy 

I'm CP3 cause I be dishin' and handlin' the rock 

Chef cooking with the pot boy 

It's all about the muthafuckin' money 

It's all about the muthafuckin' money 

It's all about the muthafuckin' money (Yeah) 

It's all about the muthafuckin' money 

I be in the hood, drop Wrangler 

Toilet paper in my Porsche cause I'm shittin' 

94Th and Willmohr in the kitchen 

Cooking birds niggas saying thanks for giving 

Arnold Schwarzenegger arm from the whippin' 

Arnold Schwarzenegger arm from the whippin' 

Won't reply to you niggas sneak dissin' 

Suck a dick when you see me know I'm grippin' 

It's all about the muthafuckin' money 

It's all about the muthafuckin' money 

It's all about the muthafuckin' money (yeah) 

It's all about the muthafuckin' money 

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 nigga plankin' 

He got six feet, I got six figures 

Nothin' 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 bitch nigga 

You never seen nothin' like this, Splash Brothers with the aim 

I wish a nigga would boy 

A nigga sleeping with your misses 

Nigga call me Young 'Melo cause scoring is my shit boy 

I'm CP3 cause I be dishin' and handlin' the rock 

Chef cooking with the pot boy 

It's all about the muthafuckin' money 

It's all about the muthafuckin' money 

It's all about the muthafuckin' money (eah) 

It's all about the muthafuckin' money 

Menace to society, cocaine brothers 

My dog made three Feds magazine covers 

Get shot for the beat, wash up on the beach 

Butt naked full of hoes, Timbs on ya' feet 

Ya' stretched on the block, cover with the top 

Backwoods, stay strapped, smokin' in the dark 

Nigga snitch on forty niggas, how ya' writing books? 

I'm from the city, testify and get yo' body took 

Fuck 'em all, rats on me cause I hold the cheese 

Been had him in the Sco' and now it's time to squeeze 

50 Stacks of costs, boy now pay the penalty 

Fuck all ya' kids, I swear to God, you gon' remember me 

Words are powerful, it's time to see my niggas eat 

In a 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 

Neva rob, baby, I'm so foreva' mob 

I'm out in Vegas at the ponds, playing peddle ball 

Push a button I can turn a bitch to battle raw 

Kill yaself nigga, how ya' rat on all ya' dawgs? 

Play my position, here I am, so now it's time to ball 

Troy Ave, now it's time to ball 

It's all about the muthafuckin' money (money) 

It's all about the muthafuckin' money (money) 

It's all about the muthafuckin' money (Yeah) 

It's all about the muthafuckin' money 

I flourish under the fire, laugh in the face of doubt 

You ain't got enough money or fingers to count me out 

Bsb Records make the cypher complete 

We the #1 independent label in the streets 

And you 'sno that 

Free Abdul my team, gotta' get my bro back (Drumma) 

Salute to the fans, supporters and the DJs 

Always 

Outie