| When I call you on the phone
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| You’re never at home
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| You been gone for so long and I feel so alone
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| Your love of money gone ruin our relationship
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| But you say it isn’t and that’s a lie
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| Girl I ain’t trippin' I Know that you’re feelin' alone
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| But I feel you should know I’m still in luv wit my dough
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| And since they say time is money
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| I’m wastin' my money sittin here chillin' so good bye
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| She love a trick to treat
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| She be calling me up, Koopa let’s eat
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| I’m Sorry, but I gotta radio interview to do
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| I gotta hook up with Milla Mack, and Greg Street
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| Maybe we can retreat, to get a bite to eat
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| Take a night to sneak, to a tight lil' suite
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| You can invite some freaks
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| But get it right I’m cheap
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| You could leave, with tonight’s receipt
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| Makin' moves wit hatter
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| Ke’Noe and Dobey, BeBe and Jabber
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| When I’m not in the lab
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| You know I’m trying to grab a
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| Couple G’s chick please, what are you getting mad for
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| In the morning
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| When I hook up with Killa Mike, Lil' Jon and them
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| All of my calls, I’m gonna forward them
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| To the answer machine, please call again I’m busy
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| I’m Still in Luv wit my money
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| I’m still infatuated wit my cash
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| Ain’t no need for relaxin' and chillin
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| I’m Stackin, and Killin' on a grind I mash
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| But I still make time for my lil' mama
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| But I ain’t got no time for a little drama
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| I’m tryna pull out in drop top
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| Throw 22's on a lil' somethin' foreign for the summer
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| You can call me but I ain’t gone answer
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| All this stress gone cause me cancer
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| Imma call up whodi in the club on and throw a couple dollars on a Dancer
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| So don’t hastle me, just leave me alone, quit callin my phone
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| You say you an independent woman, then stand on ya own
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| Baby girl I’m gone, holla at me
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| Get Mad, I chase cash
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| Do you contribute to fillin my stash
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| Smellin your piss bitch, go buy glass
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| Never deposit, but withdraw fast
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| Co-Dependant trash
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| Act with class but poor doin bad
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| Got a senada, can’t afford a jag
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| I’m the best thing that you done had
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| Stumbled upon a gold mine thought you
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| Stuntin' with that dolce I bought you
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| An additional time gon cost you
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| Speakin gibberish are you
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| Who gave you permission to trip
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| You gon trip, take a trip
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| Car, plane take a ship
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| Music grind stand right here
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| Ten mill you might get recruited
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| The world don’t twirl around beauty and booty
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| It twirl around cash and music
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| Cheer people up and help them through shit |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Still (N Luv Wit My Money) , by - Chamillionaire. Song from the album Controversy Sells, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп