N Luv Wit My Money Lyrics

[Chorus: Chamillionaire]
Big Swangaz and Vouges
Them 20 inches sittin low
We Ball 24's 7's all that we know
Screens and neon lights gon show
When my trunk unlock pop and show
Ya already know
Paint drippin off the door
Not Engaged with no lady, fall in love with em no!
You may think I'm crazy never knew this type of love before
I'm love with my foreign, yes I'm married to my dough....
I'm in love with my money... mmmm[Chamillionaire]
You can catch me squeezing grain
Sittin crooked on D's and swangz
Color changin lizard he's insane
Ya womans missing then he's to blame
Charge it to the game keep the change
Most marriages blyossom and die...

When its over I'm tellin her bye
But she acts like I'm tellin a lie
While you fallin in love with a she...
I rather be dubblin a G
Could you see me in a car that rhymes with rent me and starts with a be
Could you see a Bentley
Parked in the crunkest spot in ya hood
Candy coat on top of the hood
And my fist on top of the wood
Sparkling good
Say you ain't after my change I don't believe ya
If a skeezer ask me to feed her
With my visa then I'm gon leave her
Koopa don't want ya koopa don't need ya
{ But I Love You } that's sweet
I rather be ridin on glass feet
With leather up under my ass cheeks
Its not like I changed over night
Been actin like this since last week
Better Ask P my money stretched like an athelete at a track meet
Seen him last week in a Jag Jeep
{ But they don't even make them yet 'causezin }
Ok I'm lyin I don't know what it was
But I swear that boi was sittin on buttons
I know you want a relationship with a balla but no thanx Look
I'd rather be shining my twanks
You must think this is a bank but it ain't
Money increase and never would shink
Hoes that be dikin even be fightin....
When I pull up on 20 inch titans
'cause I got what them girls be likin
Them uhh...[Chorus][Paul Wall]
Hold on hold up a second man
I never mack to a metro dame
You better respect the game
See my gecko chain and correct ya brain
I love my car like it was my girlfriend I like to carress the grain
Followed the wheel and I got aroused
Swung in the ditch and I wrecked the frame
Broke up with my foreign car and fell in love with my cadillac
The Ringling Brothers enquired to how my trunk turns flips like an acrobat
I act a rat, 'cause I'm from the gutter
Ya girl stutter when I pull up next to ya
You been with the girl 6 months Paul Wall
Is the reason she won't give sex to ya
Why all that plex in ya
'cause a german company made my rims
My big body's pregant with twins I'm bout to induce a baby benz
Ya car was fly in the hood but my candy paint just wet ya flames
I'm sittin on 22 inch baby sitters babelous threatin ya name
Forgot to change the diaper so when I crept in the lane I left a stain
Everytime it rains, paint drips It makes a mess and I get the blame
My TV's are the pet I train I can make em roll over and play dead
My car was blue on the freeway
But when I stopped at the light it changed to red
You betta re arrange ya head thinkin I trick my cash to a broad...
Go ahead and ask ya broad I got more green than the grass in a yard
And that's so raw It ain't hard for me to get the class to applaud
I shine like a blasting star, glass on a car more blacker than tar
Songwriters
WALL, PAUL / SERIKI, HAKEEMPublished by
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