If It Ain't About Money – English Lyrics

• By: Fat Joe, Trey Songz

Lyrics & Translation

Dive into the world of contemporary hip hop with Fat Joe's "If It Ain't About Money" featuring Trey Songz. This track, rich with slang and a direct, no-nonsense approach to ambition, offers a fascinating insight into a key theme in rap music: the hustle for financial success. Listen closely to the lyrics to grasp expressions related to money, ambition, and street life, making it a powerful song to understand everyday, colloquial English in a vibrant cultural context.

[English]

Uh, wrist on froze, thanks to the stove

Mattress financial, bank's never closed

Monday to Sunday, serve all addicts

Joey Van Gundy, watch me work the Magic

Aah, and I ain't talkin' NBA

I ain't even trust the brethren, jealous ones still envy me

Problem is, these guys ain't even half what they pretend to be

Cold Don, now look at all the shots that they keep sendin' me

And your girl the best, she fulfillin' all my fantasies

She drip, drip, drippin' all up in the Drophead Phantom seats

Now pop your bottles, blow your cush, fuck what your man say

Cause you know we don't give a fuck, we let the pan play

If it ain't about money, why we wastin' time?

Money's all that's on my mind

You can believe that, I'll be where the cheese at

Wrist on froze, better get your hoe

Pocket full of paper, so these haters can't stand me

Ballin' like the Lakers, keep heat like Miami

And she killin' in them jeans, "Baby, won't you take 'em off for me?"

She said she a boss, she ain't talkin'

If it ain't about money, why we wastin' time?

Neck on froze, thanks to the hoes

Pussy never plummet, pimp 'til I'm gone

Powder white work, let's get this shit poppin'

And fuck the police, like them niggas out in Compton

Aah, we too fly for our own good

And you can see the sky shinin' on the chrome hood

And you can smell that money right off the Lou' Vuitton

Self-made millionaire right from the Bronx

On my way to Cali, Kobe, he playin' LeBron

Drop 50 stacks, tell my niggas "Pay the bar"

Stop trippin', that pussy got a nigga hard

And the Am-Ex card, blacker than my nigga 'Kon

If it ain't about money, why we wastin' time?

Money's all that's on my mind

You can believe that, I'll be where the cheese at

Wrist on froze, better get your hoe

Pocket full of paper, so these haters can't stand me

Ballin' like the Lakers, keep heat like Miami

And she killin' in them jeans, "Baby, won't you take 'em off for me?"

She said she a boss, she ain't talkin'

If it ain't about money, why we wastin' time?

And she killin' in them jeans, "Baby, won't you take 'em off for me?"

If it ain't about money, why we wastin' time?

And she killin' in them jeans, "Baby, won't you take 'em off for me?"