Young Roddy - Money Gone To My Head lyrics

[Verse 1: Curren$y] A lime to a lemon, my New Orleans woman Ain't coming if she don't find nobody to watch her children And if she do, then we will do what grown folks do until we done But if she can't find a babysitter then I ain't tripping, I'll just get another b**h to come Curren$y the hot spitter, heavy dope, f**ing the same b**hes who wasn't feeling a n***a a couple years ago sh**ting on ‘em, oh yeah, you feel me now, so what? You wanna come through, spark a few and get tore up? Put that dick on you that'll make you curl your toes up You like to hear me talk nasty, huh? Listening to Young Money CDs while you're in the car with your boyfriend Thinking about the last time you gave that p**y to me Had you cumming on yourself before I even put it all in [Hook x2] Some of them hoes I used to holler at, [?] I don't even pay attention no more Money gone to my head You used to act bad with that p**y, now I'm acting bad with that dick I'm k**ing them hoes softly, not too hard, making ‘em sick [Verse 2: Young Roddy] Pick me up, now I'm jazzy like Jeff is k**ed the morning, back home by the next shift Hooked up with Spitter now my name's on the guest list Dazed up, stay gone off the best sh** Caked up, got ‘em loving the necklace She say I stay strapped with more guns than a western A n***a making money now them hoes wanna s** him Yeah prank calling, pop up texting But they weren't around when a n***a went to stressing So it's M.O.B., but sh**, I'm a ladies man She got fresh sheets, but you know I'm staining that Cop the whip black, but you know I'm flaming that You know the boy gutta, ain't sh** changing that She say ‘smile,' and I mug for the camera High word to your mother, now word to the manner [Hook] [Verse 3: Young A] I got my mind right, focused like a psychic n***as on that bullsh**, I'm trying to live righteous Thinking about her life spin ‘round and ‘round It's the same old sh** with repetitive style We could change it up Have the b**hes looking strange as f** Like when a n***a buys a car with the frame of a truck So we breeze real smooth in the fast lane Your girl got the head crack, addiction to the gla** pipe Vision of a flashlight, pa**ed the songs Young hustlers with the ice and the flashy cars That attract the broads Take a pause, never mind them A whip like a chick, just something to slide in I dive right in with my love glove on I knew you two days, if you love, love on Grips from a steel heart, no I could never be your man, but we still talk We still talk [Hook]