All About the Money Lyrics

[Intro]
Let’s get it, Double-0 (L’s)
Double-0, Double-0 (Woah)

[Chorus]
I’m all about the money (The money), never trust a bitch (At all)
Money on my mind (My mind), I won’t stop ’til I get rich (No)
And I ain’t goin’ back to jail (No), tell the judge, “Suck a dick” (Suck me)
Ain’t no turnin’ back now, just for bro, I’m in this shit (Tooka)
All about the money (The money), never trust a bitch (At all)
Money on my mind (My mind), I won’t stop ’til I get rich (No)
And I ain’t goin’ back to jail (No), tell the judge, “Suck a dick” (Let’s get it, shout out to number 2)
Ain’t no turnin’ back now, just for bro, I’m in this shit (Ha, L’s)
[Verse 1]
FBG, we shootin’ shit, but we don’t even ball (At all)
We don’t rock with fuck niggas, so we don’t rock with y’all (Nope)
Catch a opp and he lackin’, clap his ass, no applause (Boom)
Shout out number 3 and I ain’t talkin’ ’bout Chris Paul (That’s duck)
My niggas shootin’ shit like thе NBA
We shootin’ at the opps and anybody that’s in the way
Silly opp, I’m STL, you can gеt changed (STL, EBT)
Gamble with your life, make you dig your own grave (Goofy)
I’m from 063, fuck a O’Block (Fuck O’Block)
Droppin’ L’s on Facebook, that’ll get your ho shot (Boom)
All I know is aim and blast, get out that jam, get back to cash (Yoom)
You niggas is pussies, I’ll kill you and leave a Maxi Pad (Eurgh)
STL, bitch, yeah, we livin’ in a maze (A maze)
Where bullets get slapped on your face like aftershave (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
You gon’ do what? (What?) You ain’t gon’ do shit (Ha, at all)
I’ll put white chalk around your head like a pool stick, L’s[Chorus]
I’m all about the money (The money), never trust a bitch (At all)
Money on my mind (My mind), I won’t stop ’til I get rich (No)
And I ain’t goin’ back to jail (No), tell the judge, “Suck a dick” (Suck me)
Ain’t no turnin’ back now, just for bro, I’m in this shit (Tooka)
I’m all about the money (Let’s get it), never trust a bitch (L’s)
Money on my mind (L’s), I won’t stop ’til I get rich (Double-0)
And I ain’t goin’ back to jail (Ketchup), tell the judge, “Suck a dick” (No mustard)
Ain’t no turnin’ back now (Woah), just for bro, I’m in this shit (Double-0)
[Verse 2]
I’m all about that money (That money), I’m all about that paper (That paper)
You know I’m chasin’ presidents like JFK [?] (Woah)
Everything I do, I do it by myself (Myself)
Blow that whole thirty until it’s nothin’ left (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Call of Duty: Dead Opps, my niggas takin’ breaths
Head dots with them red shots, [?] (Boom, boom, boom, argh)
Know I got a bad bitch and you know she Spanish (Flexin’)
Caught a opp nigga lackin’, like Meek Millz, don’t panic (Don’t panic)
Shout out Dutchie Don’t Shoot ‘Em (Dutchie), STL, we be shootin’ (STL)
Shout out FBG, it’s the motherfuckin’ movement (It is)
Lil Jay up next, that’s why every beat, I R.I.P. (Uh-huh)
Yeah, I just killed this beat, this shit is dead, this shit deceased (It’s over with)
Yeah, you niggas be flexin’ like you workin’ at Bally’s (At Bally’s)
Shout out BT, he’ll leave you stinkin’ in that alley (STL 063)
Lil Jay, I’m the shit (I am), Double-0, hoes on my dick (They are)
Yeah, I’m ’bout that bag, I ain’t stoppin’ ’til I get rich, L’s (At all)[Chorus]
All about the money (The money), never trust a bitch (At all)
Money on my mind (My mind), I won’t stop ’til I get rich (No)
And I ain’t goin’ back to jail (No), tell the judge, “Suck a dick” (Suck me)
Ain’t no turnin’ back now, just for bro, I’m in this shit (Tooka)
All about the money (The money), never trust a bitch (At all)
Money on my mind (My mind), I won’t stop ’til I get rich (No)
And I ain’t goin’ back to jail (No), tell the judge, “Suck a dick” (Suck me)
Ain’t no turnin’ back now, just for bro, I’m in this shit (Tooka)