Il testo della I'm in love with money

Plies

Ay homie, man my grandma told me dog,
Plies sit down sumwhere bwoi money ain't everythang.
I told her shit how you kno you ain't neva had nun

(chorus:)
I'm allergic to broke,
I'm addicted to stuntin',
I'm infatuated wit hoes
Nd i'm n luv wit money,
Im in love wit money(money),
Im in love wit money(money),
Im in love wit money(money),
Im in love wit money(money).

(verse 1:) plies
Call me what u want bet u can't call me broke.
You pussy ass niggas yall who i hustle for.
U in dese street n u ain't getn money u a joke!
I got fuck 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'ma get money n i'ma 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 wit money muthafuck a hoe!

(chorus: x2)
I'm allergic to broke,
I'm addicted to stuntin',
I'm infatuated wit hoes
Nd i'm n luv wit money,
Im in love wit money(money),
Im in love wit money(money),
Im in love wit money(money),
Im in love wit 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 hurs
Gone cum n til dey do im gone get, meals on top of meals.
Damn how a hata feel.
Dey talkin about it,
Im 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 property,
Dey both back at her crib,
Movie wit 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.
Ima ball til i fall keyword until. yeah.

(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 wit money witout it ya fuck!
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.
Cuz im runnin out of time nigga im n a rush.
Cuz its a fucked 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.
Cuz money make da world go round if u ain't heard.
If i eva go to prison money gone be da reason.
And if im lyin god, stop me from breathin.
Im tryin to live good,
Homie im tired of strugglin'
N to be honest wit ya dog im tired of hustlin'.