Lyrics

[Intro: Plies] Ay homie, Man My Grandma Told Me Dog Plies Sit Down Sumwhere Boi Money Ain't Everythang I Told Her Shit How you Kno you Ain't Neva Had Nun [Chorus: Plies ]I'm Allergic To Broke I'm Addicted To Stuntin' I'm Infatuated Wit Hoes Nd I'm N Luv Wit Money Im in Love Wit Money(Money) Im in Love Wit Money(Money) Im in Love Wit Money(Money) Im in Love Wit Money(Money) [Verse 1: Plies] Call Me What U Want Bet U Can't Call Me Broke You Pussy Ass Niggas Yall Who I Hustle For U In Dese Street N U Ain't Getn Money U A Joke! I Got Fuck Up Money Nigga Money To Blow! U Throw Yours In Da Air I Throw Mines On Da Flo' U Talk About Money I Kno How To Gеt It Though I'ma Get Money N I'ma Die Two Thangs For Sho' U Eithеr Sell Dope Or Rob U Kno How It Go I Grind For 20 Hours Nigga 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 Muthafuck A Hoe! [Chorus: Plies] I'm Allergic To Broke I'm Addicted To Stuntin' I'm Infatuated Wit Hoes Nd I'm N Luv Wit Money Im in Love Wit Money(Money) Im in Love Wit Money(Money) Im in Love Wit Money(Money) Im in Love 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 Bitch U Kno Da First Gone Cum N Da Bills Be Due. One Day Da Hurs Gone Cum N Til Dey Do Im Gone Get, Meals On Top Of Meals Damn 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 Killed But Not Only Did I Live U Should See How Niggas Live Gotta Water Flood Property Dey Both Back At Her Crib Movie Wit Denzel N Da Nigga Actin Forreal I Used To Not Have It To Spend But Now I Got It To Give 96 Impala N Challengin Niggas To Steal My Neck Gone Swell Everythang On Chill Ima Ball Til I Fall Keyword UNTIL. Yeah [Chorus: Plies] I'm Allergic To Broke I'm Addicted To Stuntin' I'm Infatuated Wit Hoes Nd I'm N Luv Wit Money Im in Love Wit Money(Money) Im in Love Wit Money(Money) Im in Love Wit Money(Money) Im in Love Wit Money(Money) [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 Fuck! Talk To A Broke Nigga I Bet His Lyf Rough Talk To A Rich Nigga I Bet He Cheer Ya Up I Don't Need No Homeboys I Need My Pockets Stuffed Cuz Im Runnin Out Of Time Nigga Im N A Rush Cuz Its A Fucked 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' [Chorus: Plies] I'm Allergic To Broke I'm Addicted To Stuntin' I'm Infatuated Wit Hoes Nd I'm N Luv Wit Money Im in Love Wit Money(Money) Im in Love Wit Money(Money) Im in Love Wit Money(Money) Im in Love Wit Money(Money)