Paul Wall & Charmillionaire - My Money Gets Jealous lyrics
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[Chamillionaire] Koopa I said I never cheat on my money Its funny how hoes dont belive me watch mad-hatter and cat-hatter but gave it to me becouse I'm greedy dont be touchin all on my money cause that make me honey look sleazy gettin paid is like good sex becuse my money comes easy my fat stack be the reason nappy head hoes wanna trap me they be like "dont he look exactly like my son he the pappy" haters be making my doe unhappy you should gimme my props for makin my cash the propa way instead of comin up pop ya [Chorus] Dont blame us for visions of princess cuts on our fangas(fingers) Big house's, candy paint and big swangas eehh if aint about no money dont call my pager because My Money Gets Jealous blame us we ballin so hard they think we drug slangas we just entertainers dont point your fangers yea I'd rather be rich than be broke and famous because My Money Gets Jealous [Paul Wall] Listen, see I use to sit at a bus stop and try to holla at a broad I'd ask he for her number to call she laugh and tell a player Nah take a bus a block and stop I hop in my candy car with Texas plates pop the trunk while the neon lights say aaawwww I bet you feel stupid got to confess, the truth is bullet-proof vest on my chest so I cant get shot by Cupid man, man, I'm the man but ladies cant understand how I can marry my grands with no wedding band or best man [Chorus] Dont blame us for visions of princess cuts on our fangas(fingers) Big house's, candy paint and big swangas eehh if aint about no money dont call my pager because My Money Gets Jealous blame us we ballin so hard they think we drug slangas we just entertainers dont point your fangers yea I'd rather be rich than be broke and famous because My Money Gets Jealous [Chamillionaire] {*door bell*} Who is it, Here Lizard Lizard Lizard pretty red bones and hott yellows in high heels trying to gets us but treat like some cinderellas, naah "My Money Get Jealous" We got tickets is what the tell us the bail bond mail us letters and tell us the police comin to get us, so "My Money Get Jealous" Uncle Sam doesnt want to let us to ball on 20inch propellas gimme my cut is what he tell us, no "My Money Get Jealous" cant even trust my own fellas some got secret vendettas probally plotting about trying to get us "My Money Get Jealous" you never know me and mad-hatter might take a flight to nevada right, near the ring at the tyson fight but I'm sitting next to evanders wife never trick and throw this, no rose pedals, no candle-light if you want to see a "G" dont ask me go ask Vanna White Koopa spend a grand at night want a show I demand a price thats right because I'm hott as a damn can of Louisiana spice never bite the hand that writes the checks or you'll go broke ugh could you see me grippin oak or do you wish for me to choke got to stay on your paper-chase and get your change because you dont know how long you'll last in this game visions of twankies twisting while I'm grippin grain this girl in the passenger seat I dont know her name she said if I just let her hop up on my thang she put it on me and I never be the same that'd be nice but I do not think that thats going to do a thang I'm married to my change and that will never change, man [Chorus] Dont blame us for visions of princess cuts on our fangas(fingers) Big house's, candy paint and big swangas eehh if aint about no money dont call my pager because My Money Gets Jealous blame us we ballin so hard they think we drug slangas we just entertainers dont point your fangers yea I'd rather be rich than be broke and famous because My Money Gets Jealous eeem eehh, eeem eeh, eeemm eeeem emmmmmm eeem eehh, eeem eeh, eeemm eeeem emmmmmm eeem eehh, eeem eeh, eeemm eeeem emmmmmm eeem eehh, eeem eeh, eeemm eeeem emmmmmm
