"About Mine" as written by Dajuan L. Walker, David Marvin Blake, Nicholas Valentino Audino, Brian Todd Collins, Dijon Isaiah Mcfarlane, David Doman, Lewis Beresford Hughes, Daouda G. Leonard and Tremaine Aldon Neverson....
In the club and this nigga looking at me kinda strange
I got the woman he love sippin' my champagne
But she ain't doin' nothin' wrong
She just fuckin' with a young, rich nigga
Tell that boy stop acting like a bitch nigga

You should get some money, why you bullshittin'?
You should get some money, why you bullshittin'?
My nigga you should get some money, why you bullshittin'?
I'm about mine, is you 'bout yours?
Girl I'm about mine, is you 'bout yours?

You could bet that, check my stats
From way way back nigga we've been doing this
Same old clubs and the same bitches you just met
Nigga I ain't got time
If the bezel ain't diamonds, presi Obama
Pool in the Bahamas, black ferragamo
Need me some condoms, we fuckin' up commas, honest
Right now this rap shit is crackin' for me
If it didn't work out we'd be back to the streets
See life is a bitch crazier than Kelis
But I'm picturing money, my nigga say cheese
Feel fresh like Axe on me, nah y'ain't gotta put up no act for me
Your girlfriend already said you act so cheap

You should get some money, why you bullshittin'?
You should get some money, why you bullshittin'?
My nigga you should get some money, why you bullshittin'?
I'm about mine, is you 'bout yours? Why you bullshittin'?
Girl I'm about mine, is you 'bout yours? 'Bout yours, 'bout yours, 'bout yours
I'm about mine ('bout mine) is you 'bout yours? ('Bout yours, 'bout yours) Why you bullshittin'?
Girl I'm about mine, is you 'bout yours? 'Bout yours, 'bout yours, 'bout yours

I'm about mine, tell me is you 'bout yours?
Yeah she say I'm a dog but she down on all fours
Yeah she down on the floor cause there's money all over
Then back on the pole with it
Now I got time, 'cause now I got change
Shit the cup got drank and we 'bout to get high girl
What did you think?
I say God to your dress but no you ain't no saint
Shit

You know you coming to the crib girl ain't cha
You drinking all this liquor girl ain't cha
I'm feeling on your booty girl ain't I
Show you how to have a real good time
So bust it for me, elbows on your knees
We don't care who's lookin', Mustard on the beat

Ball hard and yo' bitch tryna reach
No it ain't my fault that she's running through the streets
Dumb blonde, got you looking like a fool nigga
(Said)

You should get some money, why you bullshittin'?
You should get some money, why you bullshittin'?
My nigga you should get some money, why you bullshittin'?
I'm about mine ('bout mine) is you 'bout yours? ('Bout yours, 'bout yours) Why you bullshittin'?
Girl I'm about mine, is you 'bout yours? 'Bout yours, 'bout yours, 'bout yours

I got all bad bitches at my table
Where them gon' do it
All this money that I can't hold
Throw some, taunt it
Only bad bitches at my table
That, that, that's all I got
Which one of y'all I'ma take home
I'm about mine, is you 'bout yours?
Girl I'm about mine, is you 'bout yours?
You should get some money, why you bullshittin'?


Lyrics submitted by Mellow_Harsher

"About Mine" as written by Nicholas Audino Dijon Isaiah Mcfarlane

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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