[Verse 1 Chamillionaire] Koopa! I said I never cheat on my money Its funny how hoes dont believe me Watts, Madd Hatta and Cat had her But gave her to me cause Im greedy Dont be touchin all on my money Cause that make my honey look sleazy Gettin paid is like good sex Cause my money comes easy My fat stack be the reason Nappy head hoes wanna trap me They be like dont 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 it aint about no money dont call my pager Because my money gets jealous Blame us we ballin so hard They think we drug slangas We just entertainers Dont point your finger yeah Id rather be rich than be broke and famous Because my money gets jealous [Verse 2 Chamillionaire] Listen, see I use to sit at a bus stop And try to holla at a broad Id ask her for her number to call Shed 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 Bulletproof vest on my chest So I cant get shot by Cupid Man, man, Im the man But ladies cant understand How I can marry my grands With no wedding band or best man [Hook] Dont blame us for visions of princess cuts on our fingers Big houses, candy paint and big swangas yeah If it aint about no money dont call my pager Because my money gets jealous Blame us we ballin so hard They think we drug slangas We just entertainers Dont point your finger yeah Id rather be rich than be broke and famous Because my money gets jealous [Verse 3 Chamillionaire] door bell Who is it? Here Lizard, Lizard, Lizard Pretty red bones and high 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 doesnt want to let us to Ball on 20 inch propellers Gimme my cut is what he tell us, no My Money Get Jealous Cant 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 Im sitting next to Evanders wife Never tricking dough. This no Rose pedals, no candlelight If you want to see a G Dont ask me go ask Vanna White Koopa spend a grand at night Want a show? I demand a price Thats right because Im hot as a damn can Of Louisiana spice Never bite the hand that writes the checks Or youll go broke Ugh, could you see me grippin oak Or do you wish Id get sick and choke [Bridge Chamillionaire] Got to stay on your paperchase And get your change Because you dont know how long youll last in this game Visions of twankies twisting while Im grippin grain This girl in the passenger seat I dont 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 Thatd be nice but I do not think That thats going to do a thing Im married to my change And that will never change, man [Hook] Dont blame us for visions of princess cuts on our fingers Big houses, candy paint and big swangas yeah If it aint about no money dont call my pager Because my money gets jealous Blame us we ballin so hard They think we drug slangas We just entertainers Dont point your finger yeah Id rather be rich than be broke and famous Because my money gets jealous [Outro] 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
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