Gucci Mane ft. Rick Ross - All About the Money Lyrics

I'm on my way to see my po
I ain't talkin' bout probation office
Talkin' bout my po partner just sent me 3 million dollars
(what the fuck that mean nigga?)
All my hoes go to the beauty parlor
Bought my ma a house today
Ill buy my auntie one tomorrow
I just left the phantom lot
I didn't do no paper work
300 k my paper work just like the new boys I'm a jerk
You bring your girl you'll finish her
Cause like R. Kelly I'm a flirt
I got work like bape n dem ghetto boy like facin' em
It ain't no mistaken him
Hottest boys out drake n him
Me juice mane and whaka n' dem
Ride around with choppas pimp
So how the hell you chop or flip you water bluffin' water wimp
There's no land next to Gucci money just ask wack and shock n' dem

Early buzz at the door (word)
My country boys they want some more (birds)
Early in the mornin'
Later in the evenin'
I'm all about that money man even when I'm sleeping

I'm all about that money
Don't make me send my goons to gunnin'
I'm all about that money
Don't make me send my goons to gunnin'

All about my money nigga run with my monopoly
Money my philosophy
Cocaine on my property
Yeah that bitch a stripper but there so much she can offer me
Gave me the connect he send me 77 off for me
Money build my confidence
Shawty show your competence
Before I get another bitch cause I be on some other shit
Higher than a mother ship
Louie in my 7 trae
Gucci in my other shit
Gucci pass the other day
30 rounds then I'm a hit 'em
I can make a hummer flip
I can make 100 flip
That's one bahama trip
Make your moma strip
I'm bout that dead prez
So for the bread I make you play a game of Simon says

Early buzz at the door (word)
My country boys they want some more (birds)
Early in the mornin'
Later in the evenin'
I'm all about that money man even when I'm sleeping

I'm all about that money
Don't make me send my goons to gunnin'
I'm all about that money
Don't make me send my goons to gunnin'

Like batman robbin' we be floggin' mobbin' inside Aston martins
Beg your pardon Gucci darlin'
More check than a check-o-slovin'
Whats your mother fuckin' problem?
Ross and Gucci I'm a rob em
How you gonna rob the robbers?
These home boys got too much armor
We got so much jewelry on
We just make your vision dizzy
Give your ass a charm and watch it make your fingers pissin'

Dammit boi I'm spillin' krissy yellow bitches
Blowin' kisses Ricky Ross about them digits on the stage or in the kitchen

Early buzz at the door (word)
My country boys they want some more (birds)
Early in the mornin'
Later in the evenin'
I'm all about that money man even when I'm sleeping

I'm all about that money
Don't make me send my goons to gunnin'
I'm all about that money
Don't make me send my goons to gunnin'