koopa, i said i never cheat on my money, it's funny how hos don't belive me, watch mad hatter and cat hatter but gave it to me because im greedy dont be touchin all on my money 'cause that makes my honey look sleazy getten paid is like, good *** 'cause my money comes easy my phat stack be the reason nappy head hos wanna trap me they be like dont he look exactly like my son he the pappy haters be makin my dough unhappy you should give me ya propers for makin my cash the proper way instead of comin to pop ya [chorus] don't blame us for visions of princess cuts on our fingers big houses, candy paint, and big swangers ya if it aint bout no money dont call my pager because my money gets jealous blame us we ballin so hard we think we drug slangers we just entertainers dont point your finger ya i'd rather be rich than be broke and famous.. because my money get jealous [verse 2] listen, see i used to sit at a bus stop and try to holla at a broad i'd ask her for a number to call she'd laugh and tell a playa naw take the bus a block and stop i'd hop in my candy car with texas plates, pop the trunk while the neon lights say. aww 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 im the man the ladies cant understand how i can marry my grands with no wedding band or best man [chorus] don't blame us for visions of princess cuts on our fingers big houses, candy paint, and big swangers ya if it aint bout no money dont call my pager because my money gets jealous blame us we ballin so hard we think we drug slangers we just entertainers dont point your finger ya i'd rather be rich than be broke and famous.. because my money get jealous [verse 3] (doorbell) who is it... here lizard lizard lizard pretty red bones and hot yellas in high heels tryin to get us we treat them like some cinderellas naw my money gets jealous we got tickets is what they tells us the bail bonds mail us lettas and tell us the police comin to get us so my money gets jealous uncle sam dont wanna let us ball on 20 inch proppelers gimme my cut is what he tell us no my money gets jealous cant even trust my own fellas some got secret vendettas probaly plottin bout tring to get us my money gets jealous you never know me and mad hatter might take a flight to nevada right middle ring at the tyson fight but i'm sitting next to evander's wife never trick and throw this no rose petals no candle light if you wanna see a G dont ask me go ask Vanna White koopa spend a grand a night wanna show i demand the price thats right because i hot as a damn can of louisiana spice never bite the hand that writes the checks or you'll go broke uhh could you see me grippin oak or do you wish to see me choke [extended versus] get on your paper chase 'n get your change 'cause you dont know how long you'll last in this game visions of twankies twistin while im grippin grain this girl in the passenger seat i dont know her name she said if i just let her hop on up my thang she'd put it on me and i'd never be the same that'd be nice but i do not think that that's gone do a thang im married to my change and that will never change man [chorus] don't blame us for visions of princess cuts on our fingers big houses, candy paint, and big swingers ya if it aint bout no money dont call my pager because my money gets jealous blame us we ballin so hard we think we drug slangers we just entertainers dont point your finger ya i'd rather be rich than be broke and famous.. because my money get jealous
koopa, i said i never cheat on my money, it's funny how hos don't belive me, watch mad hatter and cat hatter but gave it to me because im greedy dont be touchin all on my money 'cause that makes my honey look sleazy getten paid is like, good *** 'cause my money comes easy my phat stack be the reason nappy head hos wanna trap me they be like dont he look exactly like my son he the pappy haters be makin my dough unhappy you should give me ya propers for makin my cash the proper way instead of comin to pop ya [chorus] don't blame us for visions of princess cuts on our fingers big houses, candy paint, and big swangers ya if it aint bout no money dont call my pager because my money gets jealous blame us we ballin so hard we think we drug slangers we just entertainers dont point your finger ya i'd rather be rich than be broke and famous.. because my money get jealous [verse 2] listen, see i used to sit at a bus stop and try to holla at a broad i'd ask her for a number to call she'd laugh and tell a playa naw take the bus a block and stop i'd hop in my candy car with texas plates, pop the trunk while the neon lights say. aww 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 im the man the ladies cant understand how i can marry my grands with no wedding band or best man [chorus] don't blame us for visions of princess cuts on our fingers big houses, candy paint, and big swangers ya if it aint bout no money dont call my pager because my money gets jealous blame us we ballin so hard we think we drug slangers we just entertainers dont point your finger ya i'd rather be rich than be broke and famous.. because my money get jealous [verse 3] (doorbell) who is it... here lizard lizard lizard pretty red bones and hot yellas in high heels tryin to get us we treat them like some cinderellas naw my money gets jealous we got tickets is what they tells us the bail bonds mail us lettas and tell us the police comin to get us so my money gets jealous uncle sam dont wanna let us ball on 20 inch proppelers gimme my cut is what he tell us no my money gets jealous cant even trust my own fellas some got secret vendettas probaly plottin bout tring to get us my money gets jealous you never know me and mad hatter might take a flight to nevada right middle ring at the tyson fight but i'm sitting next to evander's wife never trick and throw this no rose petals no candle light if you wanna see a G dont ask me go ask Vanna White koopa spend a grand a night wanna show i demand the price thats right because i hot as a damn can of louisiana spice never bite the hand that writes the checks or you'll go broke uhh could you see me grippin oak or do you wish to see me choke [extended versus] get on your paper chase 'n get your change 'cause you dont know how long you'll last in this game visions of twankies twistin while im grippin grain this girl in the passenger seat i dont know her name she said if i just let her hop on up my thang she'd put it on me and i'd never be the same that'd be nice but i do not think that that's gone do a thang im married to my change and that will never change man [chorus] don't blame us for visions of princess cuts on our fingers big houses, candy paint, and big swingers ya if it aint bout no money dont call my pager because my money gets jealous blame us we ballin so hard we think we drug slangers we just entertainers dont point your finger ya i'd rather be rich than be broke and famous.. because my money get jealous
