Paul Wall and Chamillionaire - My Money Gets Jealous lyrics

[Chamillionaire] Koopa! I said I never cheat on my money Its funny how hoes don't believe me Watts, Madd Hatta and Cat had her But gave her to me cause I'm greedy Don't be touchin all on my money Cause that make me honey look sleazy Gettin paid is like good s** Cause my money comes easy My fat stack be the reason Nappy head hoes wanna trap me They be like "don't he look exactly like my son? He the pappy" Haters be making my dough unhappy You should gimme my props For makin' my cash the proper way Instead of coming to pop ya [Hook] Dont blame us for visions of princess cuts on our fingers Big houses, candy paint and big swangas yeah If ain't about no money don't call my pager Because My Money Gets Jealous Blame us we ballin so hard They think we drug slangas We just entertainers Don't point your fingers yeah I'd rather be rich than be broke and famous Because My Money Gets Jealous [Chamillionaire] Listen, see I use to sit at a bus stop And try to holla at a broad I'd ask her for her number to call She'd laugh and tell a player "Nah" Take a bus a block and stop I Hop in my candy car, with Texas plates Pop the trunk while the neon lights say "aaawwww" I bet you feel stupid, Got to confess the truth is Bullet-proof vest on my chest So I can't get shot by Cupid Man, man, I'm the man But ladies can't understand How I can marry my grands With no wedding band or best man [Hook] [Chamillionaire] {*door bell*} Who is it? Here Lizard, Lizard, Lizard Pretty red bones and hot yellows In high heels trying to get us To treat em' like some Cinderellas, naah "My Money Get Jealous" We got tickets is what the tell us The bail bond mail us letters And tell us the police coming to get us, so "My Money Get Jealous" Uncle Sam doesn't want to let us to Ball on 20 inch propellers Gimme my cut is what he tell us, no "My Money Get Jealous" Can't even trust my own fellas Some got secret vendettas Probably plotting about trying to get us "My Money Get Jealous" You never know me and Madd Hatta might Take a flight to Nevada right Near the ring at the Tyson fight But I'm sitting next to Evanders wife Never tricking dough. This no Rose pedals, no candle-light If you want to see a "G" Don't ask me go ask Vanna White Koopa spend a grand at night Want a show? I demand a price That's right because I'm hot as a damn can Of Louisiana spice Never bite the hand that writes the checks Or you'll go broke Ugh cause you see me grippin' oak Or do you wish for me to choke [Bridge: Chamillionaire] Got to stay on your paper-chase And get your change Because you don't know how long you'll last in this game Visions of twa*kies twisting while I'm grippin grain This girl in the pa**enger seat I don't know her name She said if I just let her hop up on my thang She put it on me and I never be the same That'd be nice but I do not think That that's going to do a thang I'm married to my change And that will never change, man [Hook] Eeem eehh, eeem eeh, eeemm eeeem emmmmmm Eeem eehh, eeem eeh, eeemm eeeem emmmmmm Eeem eehh, eeem eeh, eeemm eeeem emmmmmm Eeem eehh, eeem eeh, eeemm eeeem emmmmmm