Plies - In Love With Money lyrics
rate me(feat. T.I.)
Ay homie, Man My Grandma Told Me Dog,
Plies Sit Down Sumwhere Boi Money Ain't Everythang.
I Told Her Shit How you Kno you Ain't Neva Had Nun
[Chorus:]
I'm Allergic To Broke,
I'm Addicted To Stuntin',
I'm Infatuated Wit Hoes
Nd I'm N Luv Wit Money,
Im in Love Wit Money(Money),
Im in Love Wit Money(Money),
Im in Love Wit Money(Money),
Im in Love Wit Money(Money).
[Verse 1:] Plies
Call Me What U Want Bet U Can't Call Me Broke.
You Pussy Ass Niggas Yall Who I Hustle For.
U In Dese Street N U Ain't Getn Money U A Joke!
I Got Fuck Up Money Nigga Money To Blow!
U Throw Yours In Da Air I Throw Mines On Da Flo'.
U Talk About Money I Kno How To Get It Though.
I'ma Get Money N I'ma Die Two Thangs For Sho'.
U Either Sell Dope Or Rob U Kno How It Go.
I Grind For 20 Hours Nigga N Sleep 4.
I Got Da 26's I Want DA 8's Though.
I Got Five Whips I Want Five Mo'.
I'm N Luv Wit Money Muthafuck A Hoe!
[Chorus: x2]
I'm Allergic To Broke,
I'm Addicted To Stuntin',
I'm Infatuated Wit Hoes
Nd I'm N Luv Wit Money,
Im in Love Wit Money(Money),
Im in Love Wit Money(Money),
Im in Love Wit Money(Money),
Im in Love Wit Money(Money).
[Verse 2: T.I.]
Everythang From Dis Dro I Blow,
Da 24's I Sit. Up Under Dis New Whip I Can't Get It From A Bitch.
U Kno Da First Gone Cum N Da Bills Be Due. One Day Da Hurs
Gone Cum N Til Dey Do Im Gone Get, Meals On Top Of Meals.
Damn How A Hata Feel.
Dey Talkin About It,
Im Tryna Get It Forreal.
Hey Dey Pretendin About It But I Can Get It Forreal.
I Done Slung Every Drug U Can Deal
(Yeah) Plenty Times I Could've Been Killed,
But Not Only Did I Live U Should
See How Niggas Live.
Gotta Water Front Property,
Da Back Of The Crib,
Movie Wit Denzel N Da Nigga Actin Forreal.
I Used To Not Have It To Spend But
Now I Got It To Give.
96 Impala That Just For Niggas To Steal.
My Neck Gone Swell,
Everythang On Chill.
Ima Ball Until I Fall Keyword UNTIL. Yeah.
[Chorus: x2]
I'm Allergic To Broke,
I'm Addicted To Stuntin',
I'm Infatuated Wit Hoes
Nd I'm N Luv Wit Money,
Im in Love Wit Money(Money),
Im in Love Wit Money(Money),
Im in Love Wit Money(Money),
Im in Love Wit Money(Money).
[Verse 3: Plies]
If U Can Count Wit Ya Hands U Ain't Got Enough.
I Want A Money Machine To Count Mines Brah.
I'm Tired Of Da Shoe Box I Wanna See A Money Truck.
U Everythang Wit Money Witout It Ya Fucked!
Talk To A Broke Nigga I Bet His Lyfe Rough,
Talk To A Rich Nigga I Bet He Cheer Ya Up.
I Don't Need No Homeboys
I Need My Pockets Stuffed.
Cuz Im Runnin Out Of Time Nigga Im N A Rush.
Cuz Its A Fucked Up Feeling To Feel Ya Pockets Touch.
U Gettin A Quarter Now, U Shoot For A Bird.
U Got Ya First Stack Now Hustle For Ya Third.
Cuz Money Make Da World Go Round If U Ain't Heard.
If I EVa Go To Prison Money Gone Be Da Reason.
And If Im Lyin God, Stop me From Breathin.
Im Tryin To Live Good,
Homie Im Tired Of Strugglin'
N To Be Honest Wit Ya Dog Im Tired Of Hustlin'.
[Chorus: x2]
I'm Allergic To Broke,
I'm Addicted To Stuntin',
I'm Infatuated Wit Hoes
Nd I'm N Luv Wit Money,
Im in Love Wit Money(Money),
Im in Love Wit Money(Money),
Im in Love Wit Money(Money),
Im in Love Wit Money(Money).
Thanks to kirrea for these lyrics
Thanks to chris for these lyrics
