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Skip - All About Money lyrics

Aww sh**!, this one of them Juvenile
In-Ya-Ass productions hot, hot
sh** on the press n***a

[Verse 1:Juvenile]
I know I'm hard to adapt to when I grab you
Don't make me mad I will slap you if I have to
I ain't looking for marriage don't wanna be embarresed
All I want is a bag, full of green cabbage
They know its happenin you can tell how I dress
Throwbacks everyday like somethin brown on the chest
If I got enemies them cats be thuggin not sayin nothing
Me and my n***as'll pull it and buck it
And when my song play in the club I'm grabbin on a**
Hope my ole lady don't find out cause I'm doing her bad
Hey baby slide me ya number I might be on lean
Later on if you just chillin I'm a make that swing
I bring sh** to the table when I come of course
Could be the reason while most these b**hes done divorced
He never had time and wasn't treatin her right
He runnin with the click so she with me tonight

[Chorus repeat 2x]
Do you think its all about money
Is that the only reason that you want me
Just put your name and ya number on a napkin
And later we can find out whats happenin

[Verse 2:Skip]
Where that chick, need super head
I need super head, I'm a super
I need super duper head
You bout to listen to what who said?
Ya partna, be calm, be cool I got ya
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Just write ya number on a napkin
We can get it crackin what I ain't yo type?
Whats really happenin
Like its not been official
Don't miss the riddle money is definatly not the issue
We can ball out like crawfish
Lay up all day and watch[???]
Tell your friends you gonna call them
You tired been at work all day and you going in
And we can do it like G
Roll me some weed, drop the top we gon' cruise on the scene
So wha**up you f**in with me?
Its nothing to me, and some s** its something to see

[Chorus repeat 2x]

[Verse 3:Lil' Flip]
I don't go to clubs unless they got a party there
Plus I got X's and O's in my cardier
n***a I'm the sh** I'm filthy rich
My car like a jheri curl cause it come wit a kit
I can front you a hit or drop you a brick
And if you saw where I lived you'd probably sh**
Enough about me well lets talk about my click
And rule one is never get into it over a b**h
But that's how it go its all about makin mo dough
Sellin mo records, and blowin mo dro'
Throwback jerseys and iced out chains
My piece so rocked up n***as think I'm on caine
But I only sip drank and I use to flip birds
Now I'm 21, 22 rippin curbs
And if you got some hoes n***a bring e'm in
Cause Flip and Juvie f** e'm all like Wilt Chamberliegn

[Chorus till end]

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