I said I'll never cheat on my money It's funny how hoes don't believe me Mr. Mannhatta and Cattahatta, But gave it to me cause I'm greedy Don't be touchin all on my money because that makes my honey look slezzy Getin paid is like good sex because my money comes easy. My fat stack be the reason Nappy head hoes try to trap me They be like, "Don't he look exactly like my son"? He the papi Haters be makin my dough unhappy You should give me my propas Makin my cash a proper Instead of comin to pop ya
(Chorus)
Don't blame us For visions of princess cuts on our fingers Big houses, candy paint and big swangers, Aaaa If it aint bout no money Don't call my pager My money gets jealous
Blame us, We ballin so hard they think we truck slangas We just entertainer don't piont ya fingers, Aaaa Aint bout no money don't call my pager My Money gets jealous
Chamillionaire
Listen, See I used to sit at a bus stop and try to holla at a broad I'll ask her for her number to call And she'll tell a playa "Naw" Take a bus a block and stop I'd hop in my candy car With Texas plates Pop the trunk While my neon lights say "Awwww" I bet you feel stupid Got to confess the truth is Bullit proof vest on chest So I can't get shot by cupid Man man, I'm the man The ladies don't undersand That I can marry me grand With no weddin Band or best ma
Repeat 1st Chorus Verse
Ding dong, Who is it Here lizard lizard Pretty red bones in high yellows In high heels try to get us They treat them like some cinderallas (My money get jealous) Bon wouldn't let us Ball on 20in propellas Tellin us the police is comin to get us (My money gets jealous)
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Copy to Clipboard: I said I'll never cheat on my money It's funny how hoes don't believe me Mr. Mannhatta and Cattahatta, But gave it to me cause I'm greedy Don't be touchin all on my money because that makes my honey look slezzy Getin paid is like good sex because my money comes easy. My fat stack be the reason Nappy head hoes try to trap me They be like, "Don't he look exactly like my son"? He the papi Haters be makin my dough unhappy You should give me my propas Makin my cash a proper Instead of comin to pop ya
(Chorus)
Don't blame us For visions of princess cuts on our fingers Big houses, candy paint and big swangers, Aaaa If it aint bout no money Don't call my pager My money gets jealous
Blame us, We ballin so hard they think we truck slangas We just entertainer don't piont ya fingers, Aaaa Aint bout no money don't call my pager My Money gets jealous
Chamillionaire
Listen, See I used to sit at a bus stop and try to holla at a broad I'll ask her for her number to call And she'll tell a playa "Naw" Take a bus a block and stop I'd hop in my candy car With Texas plates Pop the trunk While my neon lights say "Awwww" I bet you feel stupid Got to confess the truth is Bullit proof vest on chest So I can't get shot by cupid Man man, I'm the man The ladies don't undersand That I can marry me grand With no weddin Band or best ma
Repeat 1st Chorus Verse
Ding dong, Who is it Here lizard lizard Pretty red bones in high yellows In high heels try to get us They treat them like some cinderallas (My money get jealous) Bon wouldn't let us Ball on 20in propellas Tellin us the police is comin to get us (My money gets jealous)
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