Money Love Us lyrics Lyrics

song lyrics Money Love Us lyrics [The Click talking] We taping..... What it is...what it is...what it is Ooh...bitch [Hook x2: B-Legit] We ain t in love with no money, the money love us Cross country with this pimpin on a tour bus Up in Florida or in Georgia Bitches love us, they adore us [E-40] Bitches (What) Greasies (What) Hoes (What) Groupies (What) Hoochies (What) Sluts (What) [B-Legit] What can they do, the pimpin love us [E-40] Housekeepers, game thievers Pop goes the pop pop pop pop Heat misers, chest tuckers High siders, game providers bitch [B-Legit] But they don t run from it they run to it They knew it, I m so true to it when I do it I pursue it, cash it, I auction you off Highest bidder get to hit her, bitch break mine off [D-Shot] Ha, and now I m on the freeway Perkin like a motherfucker just got paid Another night, rollin like a playa do Comin through, gettin my revenue [Hook: B-Legit x2] We ain t in love with no money, the money love us Cross country with this pimpin on a tour bus Up in Florida or in Georgia Bitches love us, they adore us [B-Legit] Sick to stomach when I do to a bitch, so don t trip Thirteen hundred all up in her ass, that s where they fit I run shit, the Sic-Wid-It dumb shit Ya know I need that big bank roll bitch I m undercover, pop ya collar fo the dollar If ya hoes need a sponsor then bitch holla I won t stop ya, I ll fit ya ass with a skirt I ll make ya bring back the dirty work [D-Shot] We stopped into a place, a Louisville, Kentucky I went to a gambling boat and lost all my money I put my last five on the black On the roulette tables, I broke ten right back [Suga T] I m the best kept secret, mark it fucks up But I won t get stuck Keep a broad full of tricks And my underground niggas do rock us What you think, blinkity-blink You act like yo shit don t stink Hoodrat town, that bitch Suga T gotta come see me Who you think you is Hope ya don t think I won t pull the trigger I fucks with some bigger figures The Click you ll never get rid of I m a bad bitch, flip the script you a trick On some boss shit worldwide ghetto bitch [Hook: Suga T] We ain t in love with the money, money love us Cross country with this pimpin on a tour bus Up in Georgia or in Florida Cincinnati the niggas love us [E-40] I be like all up in the Bank of America About to regurgutate, talkin criz-azy Smellin like beer Makin a deposit, large lump sums Cussin out the cashier For comin at me wrong, bitch I m federal I might get more than the man In my hand, I stay with a cup Some of my fans like again they life up 2000 Bentley on the dubs, on the car Light brown Excursion, sport utility truck You lil miss scuzzies better open ya eyes and take a look And keep em open for my dictionary book I spit a slang, a bang nigga, nigga Full of straight game nigga [Hook: B-Legit x2] We ain t in love with no money, the money love us Cross country with this pimpin on a tour bus Up in Florida or in Georgia Bitches love us, they adore us [* The Click talking to fade *] song lyrics