Paroles My money gets jealous (with chamillionaire) Paul Wall

My money gets jealous (with chamillionaire)

[Chamillionaire]Koopa I said I never cheat on my money
Its funny how hoes dont belive mewatch mad-hatter and cat-hatterbut gave it to me becouse I'm greedydont be touchin all on my moneycause that make me honey look sleazygettin paid is like good sexbecuse my money comes easymy fat stack be the reasonnappy head hoes wanna trap methey be like "dont he look exactly like my son he the pappy"haters be making my doe unhappyyou should gimme my propsfor makin my cash the propa wayinstead 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 eehhif aint about no money dont call my pagerbecause My Money Gets Jealous blame us we ballin so hardthey think we drug slangaswe just entertainersdont point your fangers yeaI'd rather be rich than be broke and famousbecause My Money Gets Jealous [Paul Wall]Listen, see I use to sit at a bus stopand try to holla at a broadI'd ask he for her number to callshe laugh and tell a player Nahtake a bus a block and stop Ihop in my candy car with Texas platespop the trunk while the neon lights say aaawwww
I bet you feel stupid got to confess, the truth isbullet-proof vest on my chestso I cant get shot by Cupidman, man, I'm the manbut ladies cant understandhow I can marry my grandswith 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 eehhif aint about no money dont call my pagerbecause My Money Gets Jealous blame us we ballin so hardthey think we drug slangaswe just entertainersdont point your fangers yeaI'd rather be rich than be broke and famousbecause My Money Gets Jealous [Chamillionaire]{*door bell*} Who is it, Here Lizard Lizard Lizardpretty red bones and hott yellowsin high heels trying to gets usbut treat like some cinderellas, naah"
My Money Get Jealous" We got tickets is what the tell usthe bail bond mail us lettersand tell us the police comin to get us, so"
My Money Get Jealous" Uncle Sam doesnt want to let us toball on 20inch propellasgimme my cut is what he tell us, no"
My Money Get Jealous" cant even trust my own fellassome got secret vendettasprobally plotting about trying to get us"
My Money Get Jealous" you never know me and mad-hatter mighttake a flight to nevada right,near the ring at the tyson fightbut I'm sitting next to evanders wifenever trick and throw this, norose pedals, no candle-lightif you want to see a "G"dont ask me go ask Vanna WhiteKoopa spend a grand at nightwant a show I demand a pricethats right because I'm hott as a damn canof Louisiana spicenever bite the hand that writes the checksor you'll go brokeugh could you see me grippin oakor do you wish for me to choke got to stay on your paper-chaseand get your changebecause you dont know how long you'll last in this gamevisions of twankies twisting while I'm grippin grainthis girl in the passenger seat
I dont know her nameshe said if I just let her hop up on my thangshe put it on me and I never be the samethat'd be nice but I do not thinkthat thats going to do a thangI'm married to my changeand 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 eehhif aint about no money dont call my pagerbecause My Money Gets Jealous blame us we ballin so hardthey think we drug slangaswe just entertainersdont point your fangers yeaI'd rather be rich than be broke and famousbecause My Money Gets Jealous eeem eehh, eeem eeh, eeemm eeeem emmmmmmeeem eehh, eeem eeh, eeemm eeeem emmmmmmeeem eehh, eeem eeh, eeemm eeeem emmmmmmeeem eehh, eeem eeh, eeemm eeeem emmmmmm