My Money Gets Jealous - Paull Wall & 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 sex

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

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

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

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

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 twankies twisting while I’m grippin grain

This girl in the passenger 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