N Luv Wit My Money - Chamillionaire, Paul Wall

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