Fat Joe - If It Ain't About Money [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

{*Trey Songz harmonizing until 00:21*}

[Intro: Trey Songz] + (Fat Joe)
YUP~! C'MERE!!
(Uhh) YUP~!
(Uhh) YUP~!
(Uhh) YUP~! (Uhh)

[Fat Joe]
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+
Uhh, 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

[Hook: Trey Songz]
If it ain't about, mo-ney, why, we, wast-in', time?
(And tell her that) mo-ney's, all, that's, on, my, mind
You can believe that, I'll be where the cheese at
Wrist on froze, better get your ho (C'MERE!!)
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, mo-ney, why, we, wast-in', time? (YUP~!!)

[Fat Joe]
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

[Hook] - 2X - minus first two lines the second time