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conversations.value: Write me a song called All About da Money (Remix) with the following description: “About the Money (Remix)” see new offerings from Southern legends, Lil Wayne and Jeezy, as well as Thugga and T.I. himself. The four rappers pair up to talk about getting money and not wasting time with non-sense—a sentiment taken from the original song. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro: Jeezy]
  I step up in this bitch like Moses
  Damn right, motherfucker, Red Sea got departed (oooh!)
  This is that "All About The Money" remix?
  Well, I'ma kill a motherfucker before it even get started
  We got London on da...
   (Yeeaaah!)
  The chrome to the bricks, nigga rag to the riches
  Damn right, nigga did it with the soda
  Nigga still livin' like a G, keep some niggas 'round me
  That'll kill your ass like some Ebola
  I count six shots!
  [Verse 1: Jeezy]
  Young! Serve 'em out the Range Rover (Range Ro')
  I swear my Rollie stay shining like a rainbow (skee!)
  I took that money machine, filled it with hella green (green)
  You be shining like I sprayed you with some oil sheen
  DC Young Fly, now what the fuck you mean? (fuck you mean?)
  Young said he Seen It All, now what the fuck ya'll seen? (ay!)
  Left the club in a Wraith, came in a helicopter
  David Beckham, way I kick it like I'm playing hella soccer
  I turn the valet to a helipad (helipad)
  Nigga straight walk up in the bitch like I'm Nino
  From the coat on my back, to the shoes on my feet (what, what)
  Everything on me Valentino ('tino! ooh!)
  I'm talkin' Boyz N Da Hood, went solo, nigga (solo, nigga)
  Testarossa back then, ex-Polo nigga
  Niggas still on my dick, what you a homo, nigga?
  When you sayin' my name, it's free promo, nigga!
  What! Look! [Chorus: T.I. & 
  Jeezy
  ]
  If it ain't about the money
  Don't be blowin' me up, nigga I ain't gettin' up
  If it ain't about the... Look!
  If it ain't about the money
  Ain't no use in you ringin' my line, stop wastin' my time
  Look, you bitch ass niggas
  If it ain't about that check, nigga
  If it ain't about the money
  Nah I can't even hear what you say, I ain't finna do shit
  Ain't finna do shit!
  If it ain't about the money (Hustle Gang, nigga!)
  Bitch, you can miss me with it, bitch nigga miss me with it
  Bitch, you can miss me with it! Look, turn! Hey!
  Turn up!
  [Verse 2: T.I. & 
  Young Thug
  ]
  What you think I'm standin' in the trap for? (why?)
  With the fully automatic at the back door
  'Cause when it's on, know it's on, call me King Corleone (ooh!)
  I'mma keep it 1000 like a crack ounce
  Give a damn if I'm flat broke (nah!)
  I'm filthy rich, I'm still the same, that's a fact though
  Oh yeah, we all about the money, nigga
  All you got is money when my name hold weight like a fat ho
  I can never join in the game 'less I'm capo
  Milkin' these niggas even though I'm fuckin' lactose
  Take off on the cops, Mama said, "Don't look back, bro"
  I'm in New York and I'm ballin' just like a Net, though
  I'm drinkin' bubblegum pink like Pepto
  Bismol, bet she wanna come through
  And get low, I'ma be with Haitians
  All my Zos, Tip tell these niggas, bro
  Bankroll Mob, yeah, we on, we retarded
  I'ma give you 15 from the carbine (turn it!)
  Hit you in the leg, in your head, then your face
  When you dead, bet ya I'ma take your place on the Forbes list
  So better miss with that bullshit, partner
  I'll be hopping out your bushes with a full clip, got 'em (got 'em!)
  I'll take a big stick to a fuck nigga neck (nigga neck!)
  Swinging at it, kind of like a piñata [Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
  I'm a beast with the choppa, I'm the same without it
  Graduated from the lean, that's my alma mater
  Um! Shoot 'em in his head, he say, "Look at my roof!"
  No sticks, no seeds, only kush in my kush
  Make a nigga commit suicide and call it a selfie
  I get M's like mmm-mmmm-mmm
  I'm an asshole, I'm full of myself
  You get an asshole full of my foot
  They find your ass in the woods when they look
  And these hoes ain't as good as they look
  I need to take my own advice though
  Cause if the pussy good then I'm good
  Where your ghetto pass, nigga? I been big since a little-ass nigga
  You little-ass nigga, you don't get a pass, nigga
  Started as a middle-class nigga
  When I blew up, I ain't even hear the blast, nigga (woo!)
  I was chillin', smokin' on the loud
  Focused on the future, but I need my money now
  Don't give me the runaround
  Upstairs in my mansion, knock-knock, "Who's there?"
  I ain't even comin' down if it ain't about the money
  [Chorus: T.I. & 
  Lil Wayne
  ]
  If it ain't about the money (
  Yeah!
  )
  Don't be blowin' me up, nigga I ain't gettin' up (
  Tune!
  )
  If it ain't about the money
  Ain't no use in you ringin' my line, stop wastin' my time
  If it ain't about the money (
  about the money
  )
  Nah I can't even hear what you say, I ain't finna do shit
  Ain't finna do shit, my nigga!
  If it ain't about the money
  Bitch, you can miss me with it, bitch nigga miss me with it
  Turn up! (
  Remix, baby!
  ) [Verse 4: Young Thug]
  I get money on a very rainy day (and!)
  I would love to spray your face with Olay, aye
  No computer cause she never wanted space, aye
  I swear lil' mama is the weirdest in the place, ayy
  I'm a big G, dinosaur B
  You know, YSL takin' over streets
  I'm a K-Ci, where is Jodeci?
  I'ma treat em' bad like he supposed to be
  I'm a blood, nigga, don't try to approach me
  Girl, let's hit like Kobe and Ginobili
  If them not Gucci earmuffs, you can't ignore me
  Her booty piped up like a circus, baby, show me
  I might just take off on that broad 'cause she don't know me
  Dej Loaf, change that beef to macaroni
  No scale, but my bitches say I'm bony
  Lil mama still blushing at the old me (woo!)
  [Verse 5: T.I.]
  Nigga, Thug in the Impala, whole Hustle Gang follow
  Coming from a hundred thousand to another million dollars
  You finna fuck around and get yo ass whooped, dawg (bow!)
  We send ya bullets bout the size of a football
  I got a youngin' with a shottie, charge a hundred for a body
  I’ll pay that to watch a monkey fuck a football, ayo!
  Units of the yayo, since I was a day old
  Uncle taught me say, "Hasta luego" if it ain’t about the money!
  [Outro: Sample]
  Fatality