Troy Ave If It Aint Money Lyrics

(Intro)
NYC to AC work

Uptown, downtown
(Troy Ave, BSB)
I dunno who he found?
(I rule)
Uptown, downtown
(Night of the product)
(It's when they come, the self made niggas)
(You heard, social Gucci product, brraaa)

(Hook)
If it ain't 'bout money
I dunno what to say
If you ain't a bad bitch
Then shawty, you ain't fo' me
Fuck with real niggas,
I be with 'em everyday
You can hate, all you monkeys
I'm getting it anyway

(Verse)
Stocking, my pockets looking obese
Clothes, jewels and shoes, everything as you meet them
Bitch, I bet them all, minds in the boutique
Hustling in my blood, my D.N.A. is discrete
Shown in the cut
Shower bin in the Dutch, eating all of the purple
Feeling I got the dope ,the feeling raw uncut
I'm fly American nigga, I'm turf, all the way up
Yo, turn me all the way up, and turn all these niggas off
Look around at a shawty, it look like the car doors
Keep it upon me, I'm not the nigga you wanna cross
Don't speak to me directly, nigga go get your boss
I know some real hitters in Brooklyn could get you off
And just in case, I got a jew lawyer to get me off
Haters, they notice, really, they piss me off
And when they see me flossing, remind 'em of all they flaws