Plies - In Love With Money Lyrics

Ay homie, Man My Grandma Told Me Dog, Plies Sit Down Sumwhere Money Ain't Everythang. I Told Her Shitd How U Kno U Ain't Neva Had Nutn

[Chorus:]
I'm Allergic To Broke, I'm Addicted To Stuntin', I'm Infatuated With Hoes N I'm N Luv With Money, I'm N Love With Money(Money), I'm N Love With Money(Money), I'm N Luv With Money(Money), I'm N Luv With Money(Money).

[Verse 1:] Plies
Call Me What U Want Bet U Can't Call Me Broke. You Pussy Ass Niggas Ya'll Who I Hustle For. U In Dese Street N U Ain't Getn Money U A Joke! I Got F*ck Up Money Nigga 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'm a Get Money N I'm a Die Two Thangs For Sho'. U Either Sell Dope Or Rob U Kno How It Go. I Grind For 20 Hours Nigga 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 With Money Muthaf*ck A Hoe!

[Chorus: x2]
I'm Allergic To Broke, I'm Addicted To Stuntin', I'm Infatuated With Hoes N I'm N Luv With Money, I'm N Love With Money(Money), I'm N Love With Money(Money), I'm N Luv With Money(Money), I'm N Luv With 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 Bitch. U Kno Da First Gone Cum N Da Bills Be Due. One Day Da? Gone Cum N Til Dey Do I'm Gone Get, Meals On Top Of Meals. Damn How A Hata Feel. Dey Talkin About It, I'm 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 Niggas Live. Gotta Water Flood Problem, Dey Both Back At Her Crib, Move In With Denzel N Da Nigga Actin Forreal. I Used To Not Have It To Spend But Now I Got It To Give. 96 Impala N Challengin Niggas To Steal. My Neck Gone Swell, Everythang On Chill. I'm a Ball Til I Fall Keyword UNTIL. Yeah.

[Chorus: x2]
I'm Allergic To Broke, I'm Addicted To Stuntin', I'm Infatuated With Hoes N I'm N Luv With Money, I'm N Love With Money(Money), I'm N Love With Money(Money), I'm N Luv With Money(Money), I'm N Luv With 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 With Money Witout It Ya F*ck! Talk To A Broke Nigga I Bet His Lyf Rough, Talk To A Rich Nigga I Bet He Cheer Ya Up. I Don't Need No Homeboys I Need My Pockets Stuffed. Cause I'm Runnin Out Of Time Nigga I'm N A Rush. Cause It's 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. Cause Money Make Da World Go Round If U Ain't Heard. If I EVa Go To Prison Money Gone Be Da Reason. And If I'm Lyin God, Stop me From Breathin. I'm Tryin To Live Good, Homie I'm Tired Of Strugglin' N To Be Honest With Ya Dog I'm Tired Of Hustlin'.

[Chorus: x2]
I'm Allergic To Broke, I'm Addicted To Stuntin', I'm Infatuated With Hoes N I'm N Luv With Money, I'm N Love With Money(Money), I'm N Love With Money(Money), I'm N Luv With Money(Money), I'm N Luv With Money(Money).