PAUL WALL & CHAMILLIONAIRE - Still (N Love With My Money) lyrics

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(feat. 50/50 Twin)

[Chorus]

When I call you on the phone

You're never at home

You been gone for so long and I feel so alone

Your love of money gone ruin our relationship

but you say it isn't and thats a lie

[Chamillionaire]

Girl I ain't trippin' I Know that you're feelin' alone

but I feel you should know I'm still in luv wit my dough

And since they say time is money

I'm wastin' my money sittin here chillin' so good bye

[Verse 1: Chamillionaire]

She love a trick to treat

She be calling me up, Koopa let's eat

I'm Sorry, but I gotta radio interview to do

I gotta hook up with Milla Mack, and Greg Street

Maybe we can retreat, to get a bite to eat

Take a night to sneak, to a tight lil' suite

You can invite some freaks

but get it right I'm cheap

you could leave, with tonight's receipt

Makin' moves wit hatter

Ke'Noe and Dobey, BeBe and Jabber

When I'm not in the lab

you know I'm trying to grab a

Couple G's chick please, what are you getting mad for

In the morning

When I hook up with Killa Mike, Lil' Jon and them

All of my calls, I'm gonna forward them

To the answer machine, please call again I'm busy

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Paul Wall]

I'm Still in Luv wit my money

I'm still infatuated wit my cash

Ain't no need for relaxin' and chillin

I'm Stackin, and Killin' on a grind I mash

But I still make time for my lil' mama

But I ain't got no time for a little drama

I'm tryna pull out in drop top

Throw 22's on a lil' somethin' foreign for the summer

You can call me but I ain't gone answer

All this stress gone cause me cancer

Imma call up whodi in the club on and throw a couple dollars on a Dancer

So don't hastle me, just leave me alone, quit callin my phone

You say you an independent woman, then stand on ya own

baby girl I'm gone, holla at me

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: 50/50 Twin]

Get Mad, I chase cash

Do you contribute to fillin my stash

Smellin your piss bitch, go buy glass

Never deposit, but withdraw fast

Co-Dependant trash

Act with class but poor doin bad

Got a senada, can't afford a jag

I'm the best thing that you done had

Stumbled upon a gold mine thought you

Stuntin' with that dolce I bought you

An additional time gon cost you

Speakin gibberish are you

Who gave you permission to trip

You gon trip,take a trip

Car, plane take a ship

Music grind stand right here

Ten mill you might get recruited

The world don't twirl around beauty and booty

It twirl around cash and music

Cheer people up and help them through shit