Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song N Luv Wit My Money, artist - Chamillionaire. Date of issue: 28.04.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
N Luv Wit My Money |
| Big Swangaz and Vogues |
| Them 20 inches sittin low |
| We Ball 24/7. |
| All that we know |
| Screens and neon lights gon' show |
| When my trunk unlock, pop, and show |
| You already know |
| Paint drippin' off the door |
| Not engaged with no lady, fall in love with em', no |
| You may think I’m crazy; |
| never knew this type of love before |
| I’m love with my foreign, yes I’m married to my dough |
| I’m in love with my money… mmmm |
| You can catch me sqeezin' grain |
| Sittin' crooked on Ds and swangs |
| «Color Changin' Lizard? |
| He’s insane» |
| Ya woman missin'? |
| Then he’s to blame |
| Charge it to the game. |
| Keep the change |
| Most marriages blossom and die |
| When its over, I’m tellin' her bye |
| But she act like I’m tellin' a lie |
| While you fallin in love with a «she» |
| I rather be doublin' a G |
| Could you see me in a car that rhymes with «rent me» and starts with a B? |
| Could you see a Bent-ley |
| Parked in the crunkest spot in yo' hood? |
| Candy coat on top of the hood |
| And my fist on top of the wood |
| Sparklin' good |
| Say you ain’t after my change? |
| I don’t believe ya |
| If a skeezer ask me to feed her |
| With my Visa, then I’ma leave her |
| Koopa don’t want, ya koopa don’t need ya |
| «But I Love You!» |
| Thats sweet |
| I rather be ridin' on glass feet |
| With leather up under my ass cheeks |
| It’s not like I changed over night |
| Been actin' like this since last week |
| Better Ask P: my money stretched like an athelete at a track meet |
| Seen him last week in a Jag Jeep |
| «But they don’t even make them yet, cousin!» |
| Ok I’m lyin'. |
| I don’t know what it was |
| But I swear that boy was sittin on buttons |
| I know you want a relationship with a baller, but no thanks |
| Look, I’d rather be shinin' my twanks |
| You must think this is a bank but it ain’t |
| Money increase and never will shrink |
| Hoes that be dykin', even be fightin' |
| When I pull up on 20 inch titans |
| Cause I got what them girls be likin' |
| Them uhhh… |
| Big Swangaz and Vogues |
| Them 20 inches sittin low |
| We Ball 24/7. |
| All that we know |
| Screens and neon lights gon' show |
| When my trunk unlock, pop, and show |
| You already know |
| Paint drippin' off the door |
| Not engaged with no lady, fall in love with em', no |
| You may think I’m crazy; |
| never knew this type of love before |
| I’m love with my foreign, yes I’m married to my dough |
| I’m in love with my money… mmmm |
| Hold on, hold up a second mayne |
| I never mack to a metro dame |
| You better respect the game |
| See my gecko chain and correct ya brain |
| I love my car like it was my girlfriend: I like to carress the grain |
| Fondled the wheel and I got aroused |
| I swung in the ditch and I wrecked the frame |
| Broke up with my foreign car and fell in love with a cadillac |
| The Ringling Brothers inquired to how my trunk turns flips like an acrobat |
| I act a rat, cause I’m from the gutter |
| Ya girl stutter when I pull up next to ya |
| You been with the girl 6 months, Paul Wall |
| Is the reason she won’t give sex to ya |
| Why all that plex in ya? |
| Cause a German company made my rims? |
| My big body’s pregant with twins. |
| I’m 'bout to induce a baby Benz |
| Ya car was fly in the hood, but my candy paint just wet ya flames |
| I’m sittin on 22 inch baby sitters babelous threatin' ya name |
| Forgot to change the diaper so when I crept in the lane, I left a stain |
| Everytime it rains, paint drips. |
| It makes a mess, and I get the blame |
| My TVs are the pet I train. |
| I can make 'em roll over and play dead |
| My paint was blue on the freeway, but when I stopped at the light it changed to |
| red |
| You better rearrange ya head, thinkin' I treat my cash to a broad |
| Go ahead and ask ya broad: I got more green than the grass in a yard |
| And that’s so raw. |
| It ain’t hard for me to get the class to applaud |
| I shine like a blasting star, glass on my car more blacker than tar |
| Big Swangaz and Vogues |
| Them 20 inches sittin low |
| We Ball 24/7. |
| All that we know |
| Screens and neon lights gon' show |
| When my trunk unlock, pop, and show |
| You already know |
| Paint drippin' off the door |
| Not engaged with no lady, fall in love with em', no |
| You may think I’m crazy; |
| never knew this type of love before |
| I’m love with my foreign, yes I’m married to my dough |
| I’m in love with my money… mmmm |
| Big Swangaz and Vogues |
| Them 20 inches sittin low |
| We Ball 24/7. |
| All that we know |
| Screens and neon lights gon' show |
| When my trunk unlock, pop, and show |
| You already know |
| Paint drippin' off the door |
| Not engaged with no lady, fall in love with em', no |
| You may think I’m crazy; |
| never knew this type of love before |
| I’m love with my foreign, yes I’m married to my dough |
| I’m in love with my money… mmmm |