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lirik lagu plies - in luv wit money

(feat. t.i.)

ay homie, man my grandma told me dog, plies sit down sumwhere money ain’t everythang. i told her sh-td 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 p-ssy -ss n-ggas yall who i hustle for. u in dese street n u ain’t getn money u a joke! i got f-ck up money n-gga 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 n-gga 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 m-th-f-ck 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: t.i.]
everythang from dis dro i blow, da 24’s i sit. up under dis new whip i can’t get it from a b-tch. u kno da first gone c-m n da bills be due. one day da ? gone c-m n til dey do im gone get, meals on top of meals. d-mn 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 k!lled, but not only did i live u should see how n-ggas live. gotta water flood problem, dey both back at her crib, move in wit denzel n da n-gga actin forreal. i used to not have it to spend but now i got it to give. 96 impala n challengin n-ggas to steal. my neck gone swell, everythang on chill. ima ball til i fall keyword until. yeah

[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 f-ck! talk to a broke n-gga i bet his lyf rough, talk to a rich n-gga i bet he cheer ya up. i don’t need no homeboys i need my pockets stuffed. cuz im runnin out of time n-gga im n a rush. cuz its a f-cked 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’

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