[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 im greedy   dont 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 dont 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 aint bout no money dont call my pager   because my money gets jealous      blame us we ballin so hard we think we drug slangers   we just entertainers dont 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 cant get shot by cupid   man man im the man the ladies cant 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 aint bout no money dont call my pager   because my money gets jealous      blame us we ballin so hard we think we drug slangers   we just entertainers dont 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 dont wanna let us ball on 20 inch proppelers   gimme my cut is what he tell us no   my money gets jealous   cant even trust my own fellas some got secret vendettas   probaly 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 dont ask me go ask Vanna White   koopa spend a grand a night   wanna show i demand the price   thats 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 dont know how long you'll last in this game   visions of twankies twistin while im grippin grain   this girl in the passenger seat i dont 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   im 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 aint bout no money dont call my pager   because my money gets jealous      blame us we ballin so hard we think we drug slangers   we just entertainers dont point your finger ya   i'd rather be rich than be broke and famous..    because my money get jealous