(featuring 50/50 Twin)
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[Chorus]
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When I call you on the phone
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You're never at home
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You been gone for so long and I feel so alone
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Your love of money gone ruin our relationship
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but you say it isn't and thats a lie
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[Chamillionaire]
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Girl I ain't trippin' I Know that you're feelin' alone
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but I feel you should know I'm still in luv wit my dough
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And since they say time is money
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I'm wastin' my money sittin here chillin' so good bye
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[Verse 1: Chamillionaire]
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She love a trick to treat
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She be calling me up, Koopa let's eat
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I'm Sorry, but I gotta radio interview to do
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I gotta hook up with Milla Mack, and Greg Street
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Maybe we can retreat, to get a bite to eat
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Take a night to sneak, to a tight lil' suite
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You can invite some freaks
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but get it right I'm cheap
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you could leave, with tonight's receipt
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Makin' moves wit hatter
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Ke'Noe and Dobey, BeBe and Jabber
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When I'm not in the lab
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you know I'm trying to grab a
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Couple G's chick please, what are you getting mad for
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In the morning
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When I hook up with Killa Mike, Lil' Jon and them
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All of my calls, I'm gonna forward them
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To the answer machine, please call again I'm busy
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2: Paul Wall]
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I'm Still in Luv wit my money
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I'm still infatuated wit my cash
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Ain't no need for relaxin' and chillin
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I'm Stackin, and Killin' on a grind I mash
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But I still make time for my lil' mama
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But I ain't got no time for a little drama
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I'm tryna pull out in drop top
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Throw 22's on a lil' somethin' foreign for the summer
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You can call me but I ain't gone answer
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All this stress gone cause me cancer
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Imma call up whodi in the club on and throw a couple dollars on a Dancer
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So don't hastle me, just leave me alone, quit callin my phone
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You say you an independent woman, then stand on ya own
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baby girl I'm gone, holla at me
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3: 50/50 Twin]
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Get Mad, I chase cash
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Do you contribute to fillin my stash
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Smellin your piss bitch, go buy glass
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Never deposit, but withdraw fast
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Co-Dependant trash
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Act with class but poor doin bad
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Got a senada, can't afford a jag
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I'm the best thing that you done had
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Stumbled upon a gold mine thought you
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Stuntin' with that dolce I bought you
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An additional time gon cost you
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Speakin gibberish are you
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Who gave you permission to trip
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You gon trip,take a trip
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Car, plane take a ship
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Music grind stand right here
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Ten mill you might get recruited
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The world don't twirl around beauty and booty
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It twirl around cash and music
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Cheer people up and help them through shit
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Still (N Love With My Money)
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| Paul Wall |
