My Money Gets Jealous

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Paul Wall

Paul Michael Slayton (born March 11, 1981), better known by his stage name Paul Wall, is an American rapper. He is currently affiliated with Swishahouse Records, having released several albums under the label as well as collaborating with other rappers signed to the label. He was formerly musical partners with rapper Chamillionaire releasing several collaborative albums including the independently released Get Ya Mind Correct. In 2005, he was signed to Atlantic Records and became successful with his major-label debut The Peoples Champ. Get Money, Stay True followed in 2007. more »

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[verse 1]
Koopa, I said I never cheat on my money, 
It's funny how hos don't belive me,
Watch mad hatter and cat hatter but gave it to me because I'm greedy
Don't be touchin all on my money 'cause that makes my honey look sleazy
Getten paid is like, good sex 'cause my money comes easy
My phat stack be the reason nappy head hos wanna trap me
They be like don't he look exactly like my son he the pappy
Haters be makin my dough unhappy you should give me ya propers 
For makin my cash the proper way 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 ya
If it ain't bout no money don't call my pager
Because my money gets jealous

blame us we ballin so hard we think we drug slangers
We just entertainers don't point your finger ya
I'd rather be rich than be broke and famous.. 
Because my money get jealous

[verse 2]
Listen, see I used to sit at a bus stop and try to holla at a broad
I'd ask her for a number to call she'd laugh and tell a playa naw
Take the bus a block and stop I'd hop in my candy car
With texas plates, pop the trunk while the neon lights say. aww
I bet you feel stupid got to confess the truth is
Bullet proof vest on my chest so I can't get shot by cupid
Man man I'm the man the ladies can't understand 
How I can marry my grands with no wedding band or best man

[chorus]
Don't blame us for visions of princess cuts on our fingers
Big houses, candy paint,
And big swangers ya
If it ain't bout no money don't call my pager
Because my money gets jealous

blame us we ballin so hard we think we drug slangers
We just entertainers don't point your finger ya
I'd rather be rich than be broke and famous.. 
Because my money get jealous

[verse 3]
(doorbell) who is it... here lizard lizard lizard
Pretty red bones and hot yellas in high heels tryin to get us
We treat them like some cinderellas naw
My money gets jealous
We got tickets is what they tells us 
The bail bonds mail us lettas and tell us the police comin to get us so
My money gets jealous
Uncle sam don't wanna let us ball on 20 inch proppelers
Gimme my cut is what he tell us no
My money gets jealous
Can't even trust my own fellas some got secret vendettas
Probably plottin bout tring to get us
My money gets jealous
You never know me and mad hatter might
Take a flight to nevada right 
Middle ring at the tyson fight
But I'm sitting next to evander's wife
Never trick and throw this no
Rose petals no candle light
If you wanna see a G don't ask me go ask Vanna White
Koopa spend a grand a night
Wanna show I demand the price
That's right because I hot as a damn can of louisiana spice
Never bite the hand that writes the checks or you'll go broke uhh
Could you see me grippin oak
Or do you wish to see me choke

[extended versus]
Get on your paper chase 'n get your change
'cause you don't know how long you'll last in this game
Visions of twankies twistin while I'm grippin grain
This girl in the passenger seat I don't know her name
She said if I just let her hop on up my thang 
She'd put it on me and I'd never be the same
That'd be nice but I do not think that that's gone do a thang
I'm married to my change and that will never change man

[chorus]
Don't blame us for visions of princess cuts on our fingers 
Big houses, candy paint,
And big swingers ya
If it ain't bout no money don't call my pager
Because my money gets jealous

blame us we ballin so hard we think we drug slangers
We just entertainers don't point your finger ya
I'd rather be rich than be broke and famous.. 
Because my money get jealous

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