Plies – In Love With Money lyrics

(feat. T. I.)

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

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

[Verse 1:] Plies
Call Me What you Want Bet you Can't Call Me Broke. You pussy ass niggas Yall Who I Hustle For. You In Dese Street N you Ain't Getn Money you A Joke! I Got fuck Up Money nigga Money To Blow! You Throw Yours In Da Air I Throw Mines On Da Flo'. You Talk About Money I Kno How To Get It Though. I'ma Get Money N I'ma Die Two Thangs For Sho'. You Either Sell Dope Or Rob you 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 love Wit Money Muthafuck A Hoe!

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

[Verse 2: T. I.]
Everythang From this Dro I Blow, Da 24's I Sit. Up Under this New Whip I Can't Get It From A bitch. You Kno Da First Gone c** N Da Bills Be Due. One Day Da? Gone c** 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 you Can Deal.(Yeah) Plenty Times I Could've Been Killed, But Not Only Did I Live you Should See How niggas Live. Gotta Water Flood Problem, Dey Both Back At Her Crib, Move In 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.

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

[Verse 3: Plies]
If you Can Count It N Ya Hands you 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. You Everythang Wit Money Witout It Ya fuck! Talk To A Broke nigga I Bet His life Rough, Talk To A Rich nigga I Bet He Cheer Ya Up. I Don't Need No Homeboys I Need My Pockets Stuffed. Cuz I'm Runnin Out Of Time nigga I'm N A Rush. Cuz it's A fucked Up Feeling To Ya Pockets Touch. You Gettin A Quarter Now, you Shoot For A Bird. You Got Ya First Stack Now Hustle For A Third. Cuz Money Make Da World Go Round If you 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 Wit Ya Dog I'm Tired Of Hustlin'.

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