‎About the Money (feat. Young Thug) by T.I., Young Thug (2023)

Bustin' out the bando
A nigga jewelry real metal like a can opener
I went from rags to riches to a feature with Tip
I went from Smart Car to a bitch with some smart lips
And the F&N make my hip limp
I'm goin' fishin' with these little bitty shrimp dips
And my bank roll got a big dip
She gon' bring it on a big ship

Quite trill, no Quik Trip
I got drugs in the alley, no tip there
She just wanna have a good day
Smoke way more weed than a guy in L.A
I want them birds 'til next May
Never let em fly away
What!? I heard ay
Listen what my nigga Tip say

If it ain't about the money
Don't be blowin' me up, nigga I ain't gettin' up
If it ain't about the money
Ain't no use in you ringin' my line, stop wastin' my time
If it ain't about the money
Nah I can't even hear what you say, I ain't finna do shit
If it ain't about the money
Bitch, you can miss me with it, bitch nigga miss me with it

I'm packin' 11, I'm packin' 11
I ride in a gator, my shoes are Guiseppe
I'm slime like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend
Pants out the grocery store, they stuck with lettuce
She try make the extras, I told on these bitches
When it's bout time to pay I'ma bail on these bitches

Ay what you think we in the neighborhood for?
Standin' at the corner store with a pocket full of dough
I'll be damned if a nigga wipe a hood hoe
Learned that from UGK back in "Pocket Full of Stones"
Put your money down I could book a hard four
You playin' with it, I'ma send 'em through your car door
But while I flood the shit sick got prob' oh
I'm doin' it for black and yellow, free Hardo
The head honcho, nigga no Tonto, nigga
I'm quick to put some bricks in a Bronco, nigga
Niggas talk shit, well I don't respond to no nigga
No murder, no dough, no convo

If it ain't about the money
Don't be blowin' me up, nigga I ain't gettin' up
If it ain't about the money
Ain't no use in you ringin' my line, stop wastin' my time
If it ain't about the money
Nah I can't even hear what you say, I ain't finna do shit
If it ain't about the money
Bitch, you can miss me with it, bitch nigga miss me with it

I'm packin' 11, I'm packin' 11
I ride in a gator, my shoes are Guiseppe
I'm slime like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend
Pants out the grocery store, they stuck with lettuce
She try make the extras, I told on these bitches
When it's bout time to pay I'ma bail on these bitches

Aye, what you think we in the neighborhood for?
Standin in the trap, slangin good blow
Maybach used to slang that crack
Buy a stolen car while he bang that AK
If you ever took a loss better bring that back
Catcha' witcha' betcha' heat will blow your brains bout that
Know you better be, on your best behavior when addressing me
Because, bye-gones, we don't let em be
Niggas disrespect me, I'm a catch a felony
For real, if you listen I can get you paid
But not interested in shit you say

If it ain't about the money
Don't be blowin' me up, nigga I ain't gettin' up
If it ain't about the money
Ain't no use in you ringin' my line, stop wastin' my time
If it ain't about the money
Nah I can't even hear what you say, I ain't finna do shit
If it ain't about the money
Bitch, you can miss me with it, bitch nigga miss me with it

I'm packin' 11, I'm packin' 11
I ride in a gator, my shoes are Guiseppe
I'm slime like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend
Pants out the grocery store, they stuck with lettuce
She try make the extras, I told on these bitches
When it's bout time to pay I'ma bail on these bitches

Ay, what you think we in the neighborhood for?
Standin' at the corner store with a pocket full of dough

I'll be damned if a nigga wife a hood ho
Learned that from UGK back in "Pocket Full of Stones" nigga

The lyrics of T.I. and Young Thug's song "About the Money" talk about the importance of money and how it affects their lives. The song starts with Young Thug boasting about his jewelry, which is "real metal like a can opener" and talks about his journey from "rags to riches" which includes a feature with T.I. The chorus of the song emphasizes the crucial role money plays in their lives and how they won't waste any time or energy on anyone or anything that isn't related to money.

T.I.'s verse is more about his criminal past and the consequences that come with it. He talks about carrying a weapon, owning a Gator (an expensive car), and his shoes being by the high-end brand Guiseppe. He also emphasizes the importance of respect, stating that anyone who disrespects him will face legal consequences. The song ends with Young Thug repeating the chorus.

Overall, the song is about the idea that money is everything, and if something or someone isn't contributing to your wealth, it's not worth your time.

Bustin' out the bando
I am out of the trap house and making money

A nigga jewelry real metal like a can opener
I am wearing real jewelry, it's shining bright and looks like it can cut through metal

I went from rags to riches to a feature with Tip
I came from poverty and now I'm wealthy, even collaborating with T.I.

I went from Smart Car to a bitch with some smart lips
I traded in my Smart Car for a woman with intelligence and a sharp tongue

And the F&N make my hip limp
The gun I carry, a F&N, is heavy and weighs down my hip

I'm goin' fishin' with these little bitty shrimp dips
I am hanging out with petty criminals and going to make a big score

And my bank roll got a big dip
My money has decreased, suffered a big loss

She gon' bring it on a big ship
She will transport a large quantity of drugs on a ship

Quite trill, no Quik Trip
I am genuinely true, not trying to show off like a Quick Trip convenience store

I got drugs in the alley, no tip there
I am selling narcotics in the alley, no tip or information for informants

She just wanna have a good day
She only wants to have fun and enjoy life

Smoke way more weed than a guy in L.A
I smoke a lot of marijuana, more than a typical person in Los Angeles

I want them birds 'til next May
I want to earn a lot of money until next May through selling drugs

Never let em fly away
I won't let the opportunity to make money slip away

What!? I heard ay
Excuse me, I overheard something

Listen what my nigga Tip say
Pay attention to the words of my friend, T.I.

If it ain't about the money
If the conversation isn't about making money

Don't be blowin' me up, nigga I ain't gettin' up
Don't bother me if you're not talking about money, I won't answer or come to you

Ain't no use in you ringin' my line, stop wastin' my time
There's no point in calling me if it's not about making money

Nah I can't even hear what you say, I ain't finna do shit
I can't even hear you, and I'm not going to do anything anyway

Bitch, you can miss me with it, bitch nigga miss me with it
I don't want to hear the nonsense, leave me alone

I'm packin' 11, I'm packin' 11
I'm carrying an F&N, a type of gun, I always have it on me

I ride in a gator, my shoes are Guiseppe
I drive a Mercedes-Benz G-Class SUV, my shoes are made by Guiseppe Zanotti

I'm slime like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend
I am sneaky like a criminal, I even attack religious figures

Pants out the grocery store, they stuck with lettuce
I shoplifted from a grocery store and was caught with lettuce in my pants

She try make the extras, I told on these bitches
She tried to keep the extra money from dealing drugs, but I told the authorities about her

When it's bout time to pay I'ma bail on these bitches
When it's time to pay for drugs, I will refuse to pay and leave them hanging

Ay what you think we in the neighborhood for?
What do you think we're doing here in the hood?

Standin' at the corner store with a pocket full of dough
I am at the corner store with a lot of money in my pocket

I'll be damned if a nigga wipe a hood hoe
I am not going to let someone take the woman I'm with in the hood

Learned that from UGK back in "Pocket Full of Stones"
I learned this from UGK's song 'Pocket Full of Stones'

Put your money down I could book a hard four
If you place a bet, I can help you win by rolling a four

You playin' with it, I'ma send 'em through your car door
If you're joking around, I'll hurt you by shooting through your car door

But while I flood the shit sick got prob' oh
While I am making a lot of money, people around me are getting sick and having problems

I'm doin' it for black and yellow, free Hardo
I am making money for the black and yellow (colors of Pittsburgh), and also to free my friend Hardo from jail

The head honcho, nigga no Tonto, nigga
I am the boss, not a sidekick like Tonto in The Lone Ranger

I'm quick to put some bricks in a Bronco, nigga
I am quick to put a lot of drugs (bricks) in a Ford Bronco

Niggas talk shit, well I don't respond to no nigga
People may talk badly about me, but I won't acknowledge or respond to them

No murder, no dough, no convo
If there's no money or murder involved, it's not worth talking about

Standin in the trap, slangin good blow
I am in the crack house, selling high-quality cocaine

Maybach used to slang that crack
I used to deal drugs out of a Maybach luxury car

Buy a stolen car while he bang that AK
I bought a stolen car while holding an AK-47 assault rifle

If you ever took a loss better bring that back
If you owe me any money or lost my drugs, you need to pay me back

Catcha' witcha' betcha' heat will blow your brains bout that
If I catch you, your life will be in danger

Know you better be, on your best behavior when addressing me
You better be respectful when speaking to me

Because, bye-gones, we don't let em be
We don't forgive or forget things from the past

Niggas disrespect me, I'm a catch a felony
If someone disrespects me, I will do something criminal and get a felony charge

For real, if you listen I can get you paid
If you listen to me, I can teach you how to make money

But not interested in shit you say
However, I'm not interested in anything you have to say