I said I'll never cheat on my money 
It's funny how hoes don't believe me 
Mr. Mannhatta and Cattahatta, 
But gave it to me cause I'm greedy 
Don't be touchin all on my money because that makes my honey look slezzy 
Getin paid is like good sex because my money comes easy. 
My fat stack be the reason 
Nappy head hoes try to trap me 
They be like, "Don't he look exactly like my son"? He the papi 
Haters be makin my dough unhappy 
You should give me my propas 
Makin my cash a proper 
Instead of comin to pop ya 

(Chorus) 

Don't blame us 
For visions of princess cuts on our fingers 
Big houses, candy paint and big swangers, Aaaa 
If it aint bout no money 
Don't call my pager 
My money gets jealous 
Blame us, 
We ballin so hard they think we truck slangas 
We just entertainer don't piont ya fingers, Aaaa 
Aint bout no money don't call my pager 
My Money gets jealous 
Chamillionaire 
Listen, See I used 
to sit at a bus stop and try to holla at a broad 
I'll ask her for her number to call 
And she'll tell a playa "Naw" 
Take a bus a block and stop 
I'd hop in my candy car 
With Texas plates 
Pop the trunk 
While my neon lights say "Awwww" 
I bet you feel stupid 
Got to confess the truth is 
Bullit proof vest on chest 
So I can't get shot by cupid 
Man man, I'm the man 
The ladies don't undersand 
That I can marry me grand 
With no weddin Band or best ma 

Repeat 1st Chorus Verse 

Ding dong, Who is it Here lizard lizard 
Pretty red bones 
in high yellows 
In high heels try to get us 
They treat them like some cinderallas 
(My money get jealous) 
Bon wouldn't let us 
Ball on 20in propellas 
Tellin us the police is comin to get us 
(My money gets jealous)
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