Ay homie, man my grandma told me dog,
"Plies sit down somewhere, boy, money ain't everythang"
I told her, "shit, how you know? You ain't never had none"

I'm allergic to broke,
I'm addicted to stuntin'
I'm infatuated with hoes
And I'm in love with money,
I'm in love with money (money)
I'm in love with money (money)
I'm in love with money (money)
I'm in love with money (money)

Call me what you want, but you can't call me broke
You pussy ass niggas, y'all who I hustle for
You in these streets and you ain't gettin' money, you a joke
I got fuck up money, nigga, money to blow
You throw yours in the air, I throw mines on the flo'
You talk about money, I know how to get it, though
I'ma get money and I'ma die two thangs for sho'
You either sell dope or rob, you know how it go
I grind for twenty hours, nigga, and sleep four
I got the 26's, I want the 8's though
I got five whips, I want five mo'
I'm in love with money, mothafuck a hoe

I'm allergic to broke,
I'm addicted to stuntin'
I'm infatuated with hoes
And I'm in love with money,
I'm in love with money (money)
I'm in love with money (money)
I'm in love with money (money)
I'm in love with money (money)

Everythang from this dro I blow,
The 24's I sit up under this new whip I can't get it from a bitch
You know the first gone come and the bills be due
One day da hurs [?] gon' come and 'til they do, I'm gon' get, meals on top of meals
Damn how a hata' feel
They talkin' about it
I'm tryna get it forreal
Hey, they 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 property,
They both back at her crib,
Movie with Denzel and the nigga actin forreal
I used to not have it to spend but
Now I got it to give
'96 Impala and challengin' niggas to steal
My neck gone swell,
Everythang on chill
I'ma ball 'til I fall, keyword, "until" yeah

I'm allergic to broke,
I'm addicted to stuntin'
I'm infatuated with hoes
And I'm in love with money,
I'm in love with money (money)
I'm in love with money (money)
I'm in love with money (money)
I'm in love with money (money)

If you can count it in ya hands, you ain't got enough
I want a money machine to count mines, brah
I'm tired of the shoe box, I wanna see money trucks
You everythang with money, without 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
'Cause I'm runnin' out of time, nigga I'm in a rush
'Cause it's a fucked up feeling to ya' pocket's touch
You gettin' a quarter now, you shoot for a bird
You got ya' first stack, now hustle for a third
'Cause money make the world go 'round if you ain't heard
If I ever go to prison, money gone be the reason
And if I'm lyin', God, stop me from breathin'
I'm tryin' to live good
Homie, I'm tired of strugglin'
And to be honest with ya dog, I'm tired of hustlin'

I'm allergic to broke,
I'm addicted to stuntin'
I'm infatuated with hoes
And I'm in love with money,
I'm in love with money (money)
I'm in love with money (money)
I'm in love with money (money)
I'm in love with money (money)

I'm allergic to broke,
I'm addicted to stuntin'
I'm infatuated with hoes
And I'm in love with money,
I'm in love with money (money)
I'm in love with money (money)
I'm in love with money (money)
I'm in love with money (money)

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