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Artist: Troy Ave f/ Manolo Rose, Rick Ross, (Young) Jeezy
Album:  All About the Money (Remix) (S)
Song:   All About the Money (Remix)
Typed by: Gemini_20502K@Yahoo.com, kirenamloh@msn.com 

[Intro: Troy Ave] (Jeezy) (*Rick Ross)
Itís the remix though (Young Troy what it do?)
DJís still Ďgon kill this part (Itís the world nigga!)
Roofeeo on the beat {M-M-M}, Troy Ave make the Cypher complete
(*BSB!)

[Chorus: Troy Ave] (Jeezy)
You never seen nothin like this 
Splash brothers with the aim, I wish a nigga would boy!
(I blew my mind on this shit, I swear to God, nigga)
A nigga sleepin with your misses
Nigga call me Young 'Melo Ďcause scorin is my shit boy!
(Yeah - Snowman, bitch! Ha! Yeah)
Iím CP3 Ďcause Iíll be dishin and handlin the rock
Chef cookin with the pot boy!

[Manolo Rose]:
Itís all about the motherfuckin money!
(You know you can't talk about this paper without talkin bout me, nigga)
Itís all about the motherfuckin money!
Itís all about the motherfuckin money! (Yeah, wassup!)
Itís all about the motherfuckin money!
(YeeeeeeaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAH~!! LET'S GO!!)

[Verse One: Jeezy]
What you do? Step up in this bitch with my shades on
(Snow!) All I see is bands, bitch I got my raise, hoe!
(Yeaaah!) But you can call me Mr. Rolex, nigga
Wrist game so strong, they call me Bowflex, nigga
(Daaaamn!) 20,000 square feet, bitch my crib way out
BK Barclays, bitch I brought Jay out
(Yeaaah!) I was, fourteen, bought my first presidential
(How you right?) Had the minute fourteen in the rental
(B-Blue!) Blue Lam, yellow Lam, even had a white one
Can't forget the kiwi green, even had a Sprite one
(wOO!) Took a Jacob, bought a Jacob
(And I was fallin, nigga) Was facin ten, big money, beat the case up!
Wassup! (HA-HAAAAA~!!)

[Chorus: Troy Ave]
You never seen nothin like this 
Splash brothers with the aim, I wish a nigga would boy!
A nigga sleepin with your misses
Nigga call me Young 'Melo Ďcause scorin is my shit boy!
Iím CP3 Ďcause Iíll be dishin and handlin the rock
Chef cookin with the pot boy!

[Manolo Rose]:
Itís all about the motherfuckin money!
Itís all about the motherfuckin money!
Itís all about the motherfuckin money!
Itís all about the motherfuckin money!

[Verse Two: Troy Ave]
I be in the hood drop regular
Toilet paper in my Porsche Ďcause Iím shittin (ĎCause Iím shittin)
94th and Willmohr in the kitchen (In the kitchen)
Cookin birds niggas sayin thanks for giving (Thanks for givin)
Arnold Schwarzenegger arm from the whippin (From the whippin)
Arnold Schwarzenegger arm from the whippin (From the whippin)
Wonít reply to you niggas sneak dissin (Sneak dissin)
Suck a dick when you see me know Iím grippin (B-B-BO!!!)

[Chorus: Manolo Rose]
Itís all about the motherfuckin money!
Itís all about the motherfuckin money!
Itís all about the motherfuckin money!
Itís all about the motherfuckin money!

[Verse Three: Troy Ave]
+No limit+ to my money I should get a tank (UGHHHHH!!!!)
They walk me through the back enterin the bank (Chase!)
Base runnin +Aaron+ so Iím giving +Hank+ (Safe)
Thatís a hit had him hit leave the nigga plankin (Your out!!!)
He got six feet, I got six figures (Figures)
Nothin less but six shot comin off the hipper (Hipper)
Lifeís a trip, life a gamble, Iím a big chipper (Powder)
Thousand dollar hand wrist glitter bitch nigga!

[Chorus: Troy Ave] (Ross)
You never seen nothin like this 
Splash brothers with the aim, I wish a nigga would boy!
(Troy Ave, my nigga, whole thang)
A nigga sleepin with your misses (Real nigga, right?)
Nigga call me Young 'Melo Ďcause scorin is my shit boy!
Iím CP3 Ďcause Iíll be dishin and handlin the rock
Chef cookin with the pot boy!

[Manolo Rose]:
Itís all about the motherfuckin money!
Itís all about the motherfuckin money!
Itís all about the motherfuckin money!
Itís all about the motherfuckin money!
(You know I love this, you don't fuck with this, nigga die slow)

[Verse Four: Rick Ross]
+Menace II Society+, co-+Caine+ brothers
My +Dog+ made three feds magazine covers
Get shot for the Beat, wash up on the beach
Butt-naked full of holes, Timbs on ya feet
Ya stretched on the block, cover with the top
Backwood, stay strapped, smokin in the dark
Niggaz snitch on forty niggaz, have you writin books
I'm from the city, testify and get yo' body took
Fuck 'em all, rat sold me cause I hold the cheese
Been had 'em and it's golden, now it's time to squeeze
Fifty stacks of coca, boy, now pay the penalty
Fuck all your kids, I swear to God you gon' remember me
Words are powerful, it's time to see my niggaz eat
In the two-seater in Atlanta pickin up mean
Ferrari or the Lambo cause I got 'em both
Nigga took a chain next they know I got 'em smoked
Never robbed, baby I'm so forever mob
I'm out in Vegas at the Palms playin paddleball
Push the button, I can turn this bitch to battle-all
Kill yourself nigga, HOW YOU RAT ON ALL YOUR DOGS?!
Play my position, here I am, so now it's time to BALL
...Troy Ave, now it's time to BALL~!!

[Chorus: Manolo Rose]:
Itís all about the motherfuckin money!
Itís all about the motherfuckin money!
Itís all about the motherfuckin money!
Itís all about the motherfuckin money!

[Outro: Troy Ave]
I flourish under the fire laugh in the face of doubt
You ainít got enough money in your fingers to count me out
BSB Records make the cypher complete
We the number one independent label in the streets
...And you s'know that
Free Abdul Mateen, gotta get my bro back
Drummer! Salute to the fans, supporters, DJís, always
Powder!