(feat TI)
Ay homie, Man My Grandma Told Me Dog, Plies Sit Down Sumwhere Money Ain't Everythang I Told Her Shitd How U Kno U 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 Luv Wit Money, Im N Love Wit Money(Money), Im N Love Wit Money(Money), Im N Luv Wit Money(Money), Im N Luv 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 N I'm N Luv Wit Money, Im N Love Wit Money(Money), Im N Love Wit Money(Money), Im N Luv Wit Money(Money), Im N Luv Wit Money(Money)
[Verse 2: TI]
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 ? 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 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 Luv Wit Money, Im N Love Wit Money(Money), Im N Love Wit Money(Money), Im N Luv Wit Money(Money), Im N Luv Wit Money(Money)
[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 it's 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'
[Chorus: x2]
I'm Allergic To Broke, I'm Addicted To Stuntin', I'm Infatuated Wit Hoes N I'm N Luv Wit Money, Im N Love Wit Money(Money), Im N Love Wit Money(Money), Im N Luv Wit Money(Money), Im N Luv Wit Money(Money)