Mr. Lee - N Luv Wit My Money lyrics

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Mr. Lee - N Luv Wit My Money lyrics

[Hook: Chamillionaire singing] 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 [Chamillionaire] 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'm gon leave her Koopa don't want, ya koopa don't need ya "But I Love You!" Thats sweet I rather be ridin' on gla** feet With leather up under my a** 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 bu*tons I know you want a relationship with a baller, but no thanks Look, I'd rather be shinin' my twa*ks 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... [Hook] [Paul Wall] 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 s** 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 lightx 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 gra** in a yard And that's so raw. It ain't hard for me to get the cla** to applaud I shine like a blasting star, gla** on my car more blacker than tar [Hook 2x]

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