In Luv Wit Money lyrics
by Plies
(feat. T.I.)
Ay homie, Man My Grandma Told Me Dog, Plies Sit Down Sumwhere Money Ain't Everythang. I Told Her sh*td How U Kno U Ain't Neva Had Nutn
[Chorus:]
I'm Allergic To Broke, I'm Addicted To Stuntin', I'm Infatuated Wit Hoes N I'm N Luv Wit Money, Im N Love Wit Money(Money), Im N Love Wit Money(Money), Im N Luv Wit Money(Money), Im N Luv Wit Money(Money)
[Verse 1:] Plies
Call Me What U Want Bet U Can't Call Me Broke. You pus*y Ass n*ggas Yall Who I Hustle For. U In Dese Street N U Ain't Getn Money U A Joke! I Got f*ck Up Money n*gga Money To Blow! U Throw Yours In Da Air I Throw Mines On Da Flo'. U Talk About Money I Kno How To Get It Though. I'ma Get Money N I'ma Die Two Thangs For Sho'. U Either Sell Dope Or Rob U Kno How It Go. I Grind For 20 Hours n*gga N Sleep 4. I Got Da 26's I Want DA 8's Though. I Got Five WHips I Want Five Mo'. I'm N Luv Wit Money Muthaf*ck A Hoe!
[Chorus: x2]
I'm Allergic To Broke, I'm Addicted To Stuntin', I'm Infatuated Wit Hoes N I'm N Luv Wit Money, Im N Love Wit Money(Money), Im N Love Wit Money(Money), Im N Luv Wit Money(Money), Im N Luv Wit Money(Money)
[Verse 2: T.I.]
Everythang From Dis Dro I Blow, Da 24's I Sit. Up Under Dis New Whip I Can't Get It From A b*tch. U Kno Da First Gone c*m N Da Bills Be Due. One Day Da ? Gone c*m N Til Dey Do Im Gone Get, Meals On Top Of Meals. Damn How A Hata Feel. Dey Talkin About It, Im Tryna Get It Forreal. Hey Dey Pretendin About It But I Can Get It Forreal. I Done Slung Every Drug U Can Deal.(Yeah) Plenty Times I Could've Been Killed, But Not Only Did I Live U Should See How n*ggas Live. Gotta Water Flood Problem, Dey Both Back At Her Crib, Move In Wit Denzel N Da n*gga Actin Forreal. I Used To Not Have It To Spend But Now I Got It To Give. 96 Impala N Challengin n*ggas To Steal. My Neck Gone Swell, Everythang On Chill. Ima Ball Til I Fall Keyword UNTIL. Yeah
[Chorus: x2]
I'm Allergic To Broke, I'm Addicted To Stuntin', I'm Infatuated Wit Hoes N I'm N Luv Wit Money, Im N Love Wit Money(Money), Im N Love Wit Money(Money), Im N Luv Wit Money(Money), Im N Luv Wit Money(Money)
[Verse 3: Plies]
If U Can Count It N Ya Hands U Ain't Got Enough. I Want A Money Machine To Count Mines Brah. I'm Tired Of Da Shoe Box I Wanna See Money Trucks. U Everythang Wit Money Witout It Ya f*ck! Talk To A Broke n*gga I Bet His Lyf Rough, Talk To A Rich n*gga I Bet He Cheer Ya Up. I Don't Need No Homeboys I Need My Pockets Stuffed. Cuz Im Runnin Out Of Time n*gga Im N A Rush. Cuz Its A f*cked Up Feeling To Ya Pockets Touch. U Gettin A Quarter Now, U Shoot For A Bird. U Got Ya First Stack Now Hustle For A Third. Cuz Money Make Da World Go Round If U Ain't Heard. If I EVa Go To Prison Money Gone Be Da Reason. And If Im Lyin God, Stop me From Breathin. Im Tryin To Live Good, Homie Im Tired Of Strugglin' N To Be Honest Wit Ya Dog Im Tired Of Hustlin'
[Chorus: x2]
I'm Allergic To Broke, I'm Addicted To Stuntin', I'm Infatuated Wit Hoes N I'm N Luv Wit Money, Im N Love Wit Money(Money), Im N Love Wit Money(Money), Im N Luv Wit Money(Money), Im N Luv Wit Money(Money)