[Intro:] Ayyyee (What up, Scrap?) Gettin Money (You already know what it is) OK-K-K-K (Let em know) I can’t stand to be without money, know what I’m talkin bout? All ya’ll busta ass niggaz
I’m Addicted to money [x16]
[Chorus:] Ohh I gotta have it Oooo I gotta grab it Hustle real hard, gotta stack that cabbage
I’m Addicted to money (aye) I’m Addicted to money (yea) I’m Addicted to money (aye) I’m Addicted to money
It’s the one that I put before a hoe (hoe) Money is all a nigga get for shows
I’m Addicted to money (aye) I’m Addicted to money (yea) I’m Addicted to money (aye) I’m Addicted to money
Look atcha boy (boy). Got 50 thousand in the spout Look atcha boy (boy). I’m Finna buy a way bigger house
I’m Addicted to money (aye) I’m Addicted to money (yea) I’m Addicted to money (aye) I’m Addicted to money
[Verse 1: Lil Scrappy] Born makin money, I growed up in da hood Yea all the hoes love me cause dey love me real good Been wearin da same clothes bout 8 days When they cut the 8 ball when dey flipped it 8 ways I don’t feel clean, but a nigga so paid Copped da clean white tee with dem fresh Air J’s I ain’t got the charger, I got my bitch Escalade Sippin on dat grey goose and some damn lemonade Sittin on da block, wise hoppin it ain’t nothin I’m a Trappa Town rapper, still got the hood bumpin Been through hell and back and I ain’t frontin Niggas talkin bout dough like dey fuckin sayin somethin
[Chorus:] Ohh I gotta have it Oooo I gotta grab it Hustle real hard, gotta stack that cabbage
I’m Addicted to money (aye) I’m Addicted to money (yea) I’m Addicted to money (aye) I’m Addicted to money
It’s the one that I put before a hoe (hoe) Money is all a nigga get for shows
I’m Addicted to money (aye) I’m Addicted to money (yea) I’m Addicted to money (aye) I’m Addicted to money
Look atcha boy (boy). Got 50 thousand in the spout Look atcha boy (boy). I’m Finna buy a way bigger house
I’m Addicted to money (aye) I’m Addicted to money (yea) I’m Addicted to money (aye) I’m Addicted to money
[Verse 2: Ludacris] I’m addicted to money, I’m addicted to clothes I been a pimp my whole life, so I’m addicted to hoes Dey feelin on the big dipper, let em play with it stop But they don’t wanna fuck me, they wanna FUCK MY COCK I’m the bearskin rug, no shoes or socks So on 3, you and the coop gotta lose your tops See I’m addicted to the paper I been gettin for years And my whip is all white, I call it Britney Spears They say life is like a circus when you stuck on the block So we don’t snitch and eat pork, we don’t fuck with the cops And that’s why I’ll be gettin paper til the day that I die So like Monica Lewinsky, keep your head up high… cause
[Chorus:] Ohh I gotta have it Oooo I gotta grab it Hustle real hard, gotta stack that cabbage
I’m Addicted to money (aye) I’m Addicted to money (yea) I’m Addicted to money (aye) I’m Addicted to money
It’s the one that I put before a hoe (hoe) Money is all a nigga get for shows
I’m Addicted to money (aye) I’m Addicted to money (yea) I’m Addicted to money (aye) I’m Addicted to money
Look atcha boy (boy). Got 50 thousand in the spout Look atcha boy (boy). I’m Finna buy a way bigger house
I’m Addicted to money (aye) I’m Addicted to money (yea) I’m Addicted to money (aye) I’m Addicted to money
[Verse 3: Lil Scrappy] It’s the son of the preacher, but raised by the dope lady Talkin get money, pimp hard so niggas gon hate me I got a good heart, and a good brain You heard my gangsta story, my life was off the chain My momma flipped the cane, and pop was up at church The Joe had me in the hallway with the purp Prayin that I stay safe and I don’t get murked But I bet I get paid, make that money work Hittin garages, I bet I got a nigga