Still (N Luv Wit My Money)
Paul Wall & Chamillionaire (Ft. 50/50 Twin)
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Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
When I call you on the phone, you never at home
You've been gone for so long, and I feel so alone
Your love for money gon' ruin our relationship
What you say, is it? And that's a lie
Girl, I ain't trippin', I know that you feelin' alone
But I feel you should know, I'm still in love with my dough
And since they say time is money, I'm wastin' my money
Sittin' here chillin', so goodbye
She love a trick to treat and she be callin' me up, "Koopa, let's eat"
I'm sorry but I got a radio interview to do
I gotta hook up with Mella Mac 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 can leave with tonight's receipt
Makin' moves with Hadda, Keno and Dolby, Bay-Bay and Jabba
When I'm not in the lab, you know I'm tryin' to grab a
Couple G's, chick, please, what is you gettin' mad for?
In the mornin' when I hook up with Killer Mike and Lil' Jon and them
All of my calls I'm gonna forward them to the answering machine
Please call again, I'm busy
When I call you on the phone, you never at home
You've been gone for so long, and I feel so alone
Your love for money gon' ruin our relationship
What you say, is it? And that's a lie
Girl, I ain't trippin', I know that you feelin' alone
But I feel you should know, I'm still in love with my dough
And since they say time is money, I'm wastin' my money
Sittin' here chillin', so goodbye
I'm still in love with my money, I'm still infatuated with my cash
Ain't no time for relaxin' and chillin'
I'm stackin' and killin' on the grind, I mash
But I still make time for my lil' mama
But I ain't got time for a lil' drama
I'm tryna pull out and drop top, throw twenty-
Two's on a lil' somethin' foreign for the summer
You can call me but I ain't gon' answer
All this stress gon' cause me cancer
I'ma call up woadie in the club and throw
A couple dollars on a peepin' Tom dancer
So don't hassle me, just leave me alone, quit callin' my phone
You say you a independent woman and stayin'
On your own, baby girl, I'm gone, holla at me
When I call you on the phone, you never at home
You've been gone for so long, and I feel so alone
Your love for money gon' ruin our relationship
What you say, is it? And that's a lie
Girl, I ain't trippin', I know that you feelin' alone
But I feel you should know, I'm still in love with my dough
And since they say time is money, I'm wastin' my money
Sittin' here chillin', so goodbye
Ayy, get mad, I chase cash
Do you contribute to fillin' my stash?
Smellin' your pussy, go buy glass
Never deposit but withdraw fast
Codependent trash, act with class but poor, doin' bad
Got a Sonata, can't afford a Jag'
I'm the best thing that you done had
Stumbled upon a goldmine, thought you
Startin' with that Dolce I bought you
And additional time gon' cost you
Speakin' gibberish, aren't you?
Who gave you permission to trip? You gon' trip?
Take a trip, car, plane, take a ship
Music grind, stand right here
Ten mil', you might get recruited
The world don't twirl around beauty and booty
It twirl around cash and music
Chip people up and help them through this shit
When I call you on the phone, you never at home
You've been gone for so long, and I feel so alone
Your love for money gon' ruin our relationship
What you say, is it? And that's a lie
Girl, I ain't trippin', I know that you feelin' alone
But I feel you should know, I'm still in love with my dough
And since they say time is money, I'm wastin' my money
Sittin' here chillin', so goodbye