Atlanta rapper T.I teams up with neighborhood weirdo Young Thug for a summer jam about money, opulence and alligator shoes.

It was released with a weird music video directed by Kennedy Rothchild, “About the… Read More [Intro: Young Thug, Skooly & T.I.]

(We got London On Da Track)

Woah

Yeah, man, T.I.P. in this motherfucker with me, nigga

To the max with it

Racks

I count six shots

[Verse 1: Young Thug]

Bustin' out the bando (Woo)

A nigga jewelry real metal like a can opener (Bling)

I went from rags to riches to a feature with Tip (Woo)

I went from Smart Card to a bitch with some smart lips (Skrrt)

And the F&N make my hip limp (Gah)

I'm goin' fishin' with these little bitty shrimp dimps (Woo)

And my bank roll got a big dip (Woo)

She gon' bring it on a big ship (Sheesh, sheesh)

Quite trill, no QuikTrip (Sheesh, sheesh)

I got thugs in the alley, know Tip here (Woo)

And she just wanna have a good day (What?)

Smoke way more weed than a guy in L.A (Damn)

Damn, I'll hold them birds 'til next May (Goddamn)

Never let 'em fly away (What?)

I heard, hey buddy

Listen what my nigga Tip say, hey

[Chorus: T.I. & Young Thug]

If it ain't about the money (Yeah)

Don't be blowin' me up, nigga, I ain't gettin' up (Brr)

If it ain't about the money (Hello?)

Ain't no use in you ringin' my line, stop wastin' my time (Bye bruh)

If it ain't about the money

Nah, I can't even hear what you say, I ain't finna do shit (I ain't finna do shit, my nigga)

If it ain't about the money

Bitch, you can miss me with it

Bitch nigga, miss me with it, turn it (Hey, go, tell 'em)

[Post-Chorus: Young Thug & T.I.]

I pack an 11, I pack an 11, ayy (Boom, turn it)

I'm ridin' in a gator, my shoes are Giuseppe, ooh (Turn up, uh, watcha, what they say gah)

I'm slime like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend, ayy (Bah, uh nigga, boom what)

Pants out the grocery store, they stuffed with lettuce, ayy (Bankroll Mafia, go)

She try make the extras, I tell on these bitches, hey (Hustle, gah, sheesh, sheesh)

When it's 'bout time to pay, I'ma bail on these bitches, ayy (Yuh, uh uh, skrrt)

[Refrain: T.I.]

Ayy, ayy, ayy, 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 (woo)

Learned that from UGK back in "Pocket Full of Stones"

[Verse 2: T.I.]

Put your money down, I could buck a hard 4

You playin' with it, I'ma send 'em through your car door

My watch flooded, shit sick, got Parvo

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, nigga

[Chorus: T.I.]

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, turn it (Go, tell 'em)

[Post-Chorus: Young Thug & T.I.]

I pack an 11, I pack an 11, ayy (Boom, turn it)

I'm ridin' in a gator, my shoes are Giuseppe, ooh (Turn up, uh, watcha, what they say gah)

I'm slime like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend, ayy (Bah, uh nigga, boom what)

Pants out the grocery store, they stuffed with lettuce, ayy (Bankroll Mafia, go)

She try make the extras, I tell on these bitches, hey (Hustle, gah)

When it's 'bout time to pay, I'ma bail on these bitches, ayy (Yuh, uh uh)

[Refrain: T.I.]

What you think we in the neighborhood for?

Standin' in the trap, slangin' good blow

Them '80s babies used to slang that crack

Buy a stolen car while he bang that AK

[Verse 3: T.I.]

If you ever took a loss, better bring that back

Catch up witcha, betcha he gon' blow your brains 'bout that

Ba-bow, ayy, know you better be (better be)

On your best behavior when addressin' me

Because, bye-gones, we don't let 'em be

Niggas disrespect me, I'ma catch a felony

For real, if you listen I can get you paid

But not interested in shit you say

[Chorus: T.I.]

If it ain't about the money (nigga)

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, turn it

[Post-Chorus: Young Thug & T.I.]

I pack an 11, I pack an 11, ayy (Boom, turn it)

I'm ridin' in a gator, my shoes are Giuseppe, ooh (Turn up, uh, watcha, what they say gah)

I'm slime like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend, ayy (Bah, uh nigga, boom what)

Pants out the grocery store, they stuffed with lettuce, ayy (Bankroll Mafia, go)

She try make the extras, I tell on these bitches, hey (Hustle, gah)

When it's 'bout time to pay, I'ma bail on these bitches, ayy (Yuh, uh uh)

[Refrain: T.I.]

Ayy, ayy, ayy, 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