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Correct N Luv Wit My Money Lyrics
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Correct N Luv Wit My Money
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[Chorus: Chamillionaire] Big Swangaz and Vouges Them 20 inches sitting low We Ball 24's 7's all that we know Screens and neon lights are showin When my trunk unlock pop and show Ya already know Paint dripping off the door Not Engaged with no lady, fall in love with em no! You may think I'm crazy never knew this type of love before I'm love with my foreign, yes I'm married to my dough.... I'm in love with my money... Mm mm [Chamillionaire] You can catch me squeezing grain Sitting crooked on D's and swangs Color changing lizard he's insane Your woman's missing then he's to blame Charge it to the game keep the change Most marriages blossom and die... When it's over I'm telling her bye But she acts like I'm telling a lie While you falling in love with a she... I rather be thugged an a G Could you see me in a car that rhymes with rent me and starts with a B Could you see a Bentley Parked in the spot in ya hood Candy coat on top of the hood And my fist on top of the wood Sparkling good Say you ain't after my change I don't believe ya If a skeeza ask me to feed her With my visa then I'm gone leave her I don't want you I don't need you { But I Love You } that's sweet I rather be riding on glass feet With leather up under my ass cheeks Its not like I changed over night Been acting like this since last week Better Ask me my money stretched like an athlete at a track meet Seen him last week in a Jag Jeep But they don't even make them yet cousin ok, I'm lying I don't know what it was But I swear that boy was sitting on buttons I know you want a relationship with a balla but no thanks Look I'd rather be shining my twankies much? You must think this is a bank but it ain't Money increase and never would shrank Hoes that dyin even be fighting... When I pull up on 20 inch titans I got what them girls be liking Them... [Chorus:] [Paul Wall] Hold on hold up a second man I never mack to a metro dame You better respect the game See my gecko chain and correct ya brain I love my car like it was my girlfriend I like to caress the grain Followed the wheel and I got aroused Swung in the ditch and I wrecked the frame Broke up with my foreign car and fell in love with my cadillac The Ringling Brothers made inquiries to how my trunk turns flips like an acrobat I act a rat, cause I'm from the gutter Ya girl stutter when I pull up next to ya You been with the girl 6 months Paul Wall Is the reason she won't give s** to ya Why all that perplexing in you cause a german company made my rims My big body's pregnant with twins I'm bout to induce a baby benz Ya car was fly in the hood but my candy paint just wet ya flames I'm sitting on 22 inch baby sitters justa threat ya name Forgot to change the diaper so when I crept in the lane I left a stain Every time it rains, paint drips It makes a mess and I get the blame My tv's are the pet I tame I can make em roll over and play dead My paint was blue on the freeway But when I stopped at the light it changed to red You better re arrange ya head thinking I trick my cash to a broad... Go ahead and ask ya broad I got more green than the grass in a yard And that's so raw It ain't hard for me to get the class to applaud I shine like a blasting star, glass on a car more blacker than tar [Chorus]2x
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