Philthy Rich - Come Over lyrics

I'm addicted to b**hes Yeah these n***as on hating These n***as be hatin Yeah these n***as be hatin I said that money be callin That money be callin That money be callin Yeah that money be callin I'm addicted to b**hes Getting money and ballin And these n***as be hatin Hatin trippin no stallin Now that money be callin That money be callin That money be callin I'm addicted to b**hes Gettin money and ballin And these n***as be hatin Hatin trippin no stallin Money on my line so I answer on the first race Ballin like I'm supposed to be these n***as 3rd streets, Thousand on these reds, I'm allergic to the feds, he just dreamin bout the money he ain't woke up out the bed, here's young Philthy Rich sim city money man, pistol n***as I was on the corner wit is who I eat with, sim city to harlem, me and that money keep callin, and n***a been ballin, I ain't talkin bout Spardin, ask them outside and you can hear from a mile away, we might sit up front is what I told the valet, tip to my honey yeah the key up in the hunter, I was stuck in the trap tryin to test my first hundred, and that money keep callin, it's straight through no three way, locked behind them cells that b**h won't answer my three way, it was ringin of the hook, no money on my books, now that money keep callin I know you hear it in the hood b**hes yeah I said that money be callin That money be callin That money be callin Yeah that money be callin I'm addicted to b**hes Getting money and ballin And these n***as be hatin Hatin trippin no stallin Now that money be callin That money be callin That money be callin Yeah that money be callin I'm addicted to b**hes Getting money and ballin And these n***as be hatin Hatin trippin no stallin When the money calls, we can talk cash, it's twelve a man, them b**hes know where that fork at, only two foreigns, so the sh** growlin, when we hit the club we need ten bottles we straight wil'n, hit the dealer, make a baller choice, either hard top or that soft thing on that Rolls Royce, I just flew in with some bad b**hes I flew in I'm in a drop top with two seats and I'm only thinkin about two in, my n***as lie, got a few in, ya'll in the building the mob n***as bout to move in, we come to gamble, blowin dough in Vegas, no real n***as that ball harder than the Oakland Raiders, cemeteries, seminary's, k** zone, big watches with wheel stones, we deal d**, we don't deal with phones, I quarter thrill when I first bring that mill home Now that money be callin That money be callin That money be callin Yeah that money be callin I'm addicted to b**hes Getting money and ballin And these n***as be hatin Hatin trippin no stallin