Feat. Trey Songz

[Fat Joe - Verse 1]
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...

[Trey Songz - Chorus]
If It Ain't About Money, Why We Wastin' Time?
(And Tell Her That) 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?

[Fat Joe - Verse 2]
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 Niggaz 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 Niggaz "Pay The Bar";
Stop Trippin', That Pussy Got A Nigga Hard;
And The Am-Ex Card, Blacker Than My Nigga 'Kon...

[Trey Songz - Chorus]
If It Ain't About Money, Why We Wastin' Time?
(And Tell Her That) 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?
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?