In Love Wit' My Money Lyrics - Chamillionaire

[Chorus: Chamillionaire] 

Big Swangaz and Vouges 

Them 20 inches sittin low 

We Ball 24/7 all that we know 

Screens and neon lights gon show 

When my trunk unlock pop and show 

Ya already know 

Paint drippin 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... 

[Chamillionaire] 

You can catch me squeezing grain 

Sittin crooked on D's and swangz 

Color changin lizard he's insane 

Ya womans missing then he's to blame 

Charge it to the game keep the change 

Most marriages blossom and die 

When its over I'm tellin her bye 

But she acts like I'm tellin a lie 

While you fallin in love with a she 

I rather be dubblin 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 crunkest 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 skeezer ask me to feed her 

With my visa then I'ma leave her 

Koopa don't want ya koopa don't need ya 

(But I Love You) Thats sweet 

I rather be slidin' on glass feet 

With leather up under my ass cheeks 

Its not like I changed over night 

Been actin like this since last week 

Better Ask P; my money stretched like an athelete at a track meet 

Seen him last week in a Jag Jeep 

(But they don't even make them yet 'causezin) 

Ok I'm lyin I don't know what it was 

but I swear that boy was sittin on buttons 

I know you want a relationship with a baller but no thanks, Look 

I'd rather be shining my twanks 

You must think this is a bank but it ain't 

money increase and never would shrink 

hoes that be dikin even be fightin 

when I pull up on 20 inch titans 

'cause I got what them girls be likin 

them uhh... 

[Chorus] 

[Paul Wall] 

Hold on hold up a second mayne 

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 carress the grain 

Followed the wheel and I got aroused 

I swung in the ditch and I wrecked the frame 

Broke up with my foreign car and fell in love with a cadillac 

The Ringling Brothers enquired 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 sex to ya 

Why all that plex in ya 

'cause a german company made my rims 

My big body's pregant with twins I'm bout to induce a baby benz 

Ya car was fly in the hood but my candy paint just wet ya flame 

I'm sittin on 22 inch baby sitters babelous threatin ya name 

Forgot to change the diaper so when I crept in the lane I left a stain 

Everytime it rains, paint drips It makes a mess and I get the blame 

My TV's are the pet I train I can make em roll over and play dead 

My car was blue on the freeway 

but when I stopped at the light it changed to red 

You betta re arrange ya head thinkin I trick my cash to a broad 

Go ahead and ask ya broad I got more green than the grass in a yard 

And thats 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