About Mine

Lyrics

[Intro: Trey Songz & Kid Ink] She ain't doing nothin' wrong Egh, Trigga, Trigga It's Kid Ink (Mustard on the beat ho) [Verse 1: Trey Songz] In the club and this nigga looking at me kinda strange Wait, I got the woman he love sipping my champagne But she ain't doing nothing wrong She just fucking with a young, rich nigga Tell that boy stop acting like a bitch nigga [Chorus: Trey Songz] You should get some money, why you bullshitting? (Woo) You should get some money, why you bullshitting? (Ah) My nigga, you should get some money, why you bullshitting? I'm about mine ('bout mine), is you 'bout yours? Girl I'm about mine, is you 'bout yours? ('bout yours, bout yours) [Verse 2: Kid Ink] 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 fucking up commas, honest Right now this rap shit is cracking 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'all ain't gotta put up no act for me Your girlfriend already said you act so cheap [Chorus: Trey Songz] You should get some money, why you bullshitting? (Woo) You should get some money, why you bullshitting? (Ah) My nigga you should get some money, why you bullshitting? I'm about mine ('bout mine), is you 'bout yours? ('Bout yours, yours, yours) Why you bullshitting? Girl I'm about mine, is you 'bout yours? ('Bout yours, 'bout yours) I'm about mine, is you 'bout yours? ('Bout yours, yours, yours) Why you bullshitting? Girl I'm about mine, is you 'bout yours? ('Bout yours, 'bout yours) [Verse 3: Kid Ink & Trey Songz] 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? (Uh) You drinking all this liquor girl, ain't cha? (Uh) 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 looking, Mustard on the beat Uh, 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 [Chorus: Trey Songz] Said, you should get some money, why you bullshitting? (Woo) You should get some money, why you bullshitting? (Ah) My nigga you should get some money, why you bullshitting? I'm about mine ('bout mine), is you 'bout yours? ('Bout yours, yours, yours) Why you bullshitting? Girl I'm about mine, is you 'bout yours? ('Bout yours, yours, yours) [Bridge: Trey Songz & Kid Ink] I got all bad bitches at my table (Woo! Woo!) What I'm gon' do with all this money that I can't hold? Throw some to em, said Only bad bitches at my table (That-that, that's all I got) Which one of y'all I'ma take home? (Oh, oh) [Outro: Trey Songz] I'm about mine, is you 'bout yours? Girl I'm about mine, is you 'bout yours? You should get some money, why you bullshitting?