Lyrics Love With The $$$ - Sincerely Collins, Vee tha Rula, Jay Waves

Love With The $$$

Woah
Im fallin in love with the money
Woah
Im fallin in love with the money
I need more cheese, i need more G’s i need more of these
Im so horny I need more cheese I need more trees
Woah
Im fallin in love with the money
Woah
Im fallin in love with the money
I need more cheese, i need more G’s i need more of these
Im so horny I need more cheese, I need a orgy
Verse 1 — Sincerely Collins
This the story of a eastside nigga from the phx
Where the po po help move all the bricks
Where the white boys even hitting lics
And its all for the money baby
It ain’t funny baby, better run it baby, give me no small billz only hundreds
baby
And I need that shit I dont want it baby
I ain’t even gotta do it cuz I done it baby
Girl you so outta my league, a whole new ball park it don’t matter to me
I never fucked with a girl wit more status than me, but you givin it a shot n
its flattering me, She like
5'4, 32 wit only one kid, but if the oven open up I put a bun in
You know the story bout the night and what the sun did
Well you looking at exactly what the sun is
Wax on wax off ill be daniel son
Turn you on fuck you down wit the candles on
I be running to the money like a marathon
I be running to the money like a marathon
I swear its on, I swear its often
Them little thot bots they swear they saucing
Take a hit of our shit I swear they coughing
They take no risk but they swear they bossing
Naaaahhhhh
That ain’t how it work when you getting to it
They could live life but they sitting through it
Ima channel mine while you flippin through it
Rather say I tried than I didn’t do it
Verse 2 — Vee Tha Rula
The money come faster when you stay on top of it
Girl you’re on board like monopoly, cuz
I want to fuck you when power go down just to kiss on your flower
Is that what you want?
A nigga get it every week of the month, even on the day wit the hump
I can see you on my plate girl you lunch, Ima wash my hands before I touch
I can’t remember much I had to, uh
I had to live it up I had to, uh
I had to get it up I grab you
Cuz you drive me crazy, the car crashing
We go somewhere thats remote
Just turn off the tv lets go
Lets roll up this paper and flow
We on a plane or a boat
But we like to stay on the coast
I got my chain on a choker
Ain’t gotta show all of my aces
Just wait till a play all jokers
I got that flame and I’m focused
We meditate before we torch it
Rula rula I’m the sorcerer, rula rula I’m the plug, you not the plug then check
your sources
I flip the money like contortion don’t pay no money for extortion
Making money need a fortune, give money then she moistened i think I’m tripping
hearing voices like
Verse 3 — Jay Waves
Fell in love in love wit the money like I tripped over lust
Bet this high that I’m on got a trip like the dust
Yo we really getting dough, deep pan wit the crust
Wit that green I can handle kyrie in the clutch
11 shots then I’m up like alarm clocks
Donuts on your block in this hard top
Real nigga word is bond till my heart stop
They know a nigga first name at the car lot (Skurrt)
Got old schools new schools how you wanna play it
Fuck you on this money girl how you wanna take it
The way you look naked got me throwing ben franklins
If the pussy too hot I don’t want it thats cajun
Thats word to the bayou i ain’t tryna buy you
If you down though we can take a ride to
And the hustle the only thing I’m tied to
Singing when I’m in it real shit I might sign you