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Paul Wall - Still (N Love With My Money) lyrics
(featuring 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 |
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