Peter Jackson - Im In Love With That Money lyrics

[Hook: Peter Jackson] I'm in love with that money I'm in love with that kitty "I'm in love with that paper, daddy" I'm in love with that fetti I'm in love with them greenbacks I'm in love with them dollars I'm in love with them 20s 50s 100s Don't eat just holla Look I'm in love with that money I'm in love with that kitty "I'm in love with that paper, daddy" I'm in love with that fetti I'm in love with them greenbacks I'm in love with them dollars I'm in love with them 20s 50s 100s Don't eat just holla [Verse 1: Peter Jackson] L.K. on my 30 thou in my pocket All 20s, that's clean money I know young'n, it's shocking Look, I been through with that hustle Now I'm watching it double I don't know what y'all doing but We making it bubble It's a long stretch for that kitty Baby dance for that fetti I'm that YG, I'm that young king Look mama said 25 on that work, 8 days on that turf See them crows who wanna ride away Well tell Long John I don't surf Really 'bout it, I do it Stinkin' clean, I'm a shoe-in We living right, you just talk about it Lil f** boy ain't do it I don't need praise, I don't need props I don't need a chain, I don't need a watch I copped the rings, then I copped a drop Then I popped a bottle, yeah mazeltov Oh you really do it? Well I beg my pardon My god, I'll steal his coffin Anyone wanna talk this sh** round here? Don't get them young boys started See I foam when I spit And I smoke a lot of weed So I'm looking like I'm half retarded Thousand grams on the table 300 shots later, I am your father [Hook] [Verse 2: OJ da Juiceman] I been standing in the kitchen all god damn day 'Bout to cook 40 bricks of the fishscale yay Got so many grams like they Call me weight watcher because the way I get off weight I'm a distributor traffic yay from state to state Err'body bosses, err'body same place Keep my grams low so I can focus on the state Been setting trends so these n***as gon hate I'm gon stack my paper sit my '71 on '8s Pull up in the hood get my car washed by my babe Stay what's up to Steve Texaco shawty straight 32 ENT Cash Money aye Hundred c**aine Peter Jackson eating steaks We gon get this money and remix all the shake Hundred c**aine Peter Jackson eating steaks We gon get this money and remix all the shake [Hook] [Verse 3: Riff Raff] A price scam: my ice is priceless I'm legendary shooting dice with Mark Price, b**h It's 5 twice 2 twice 7 boy dope (Jordan) It's Paul Pierce Diamond ears cause a frostbite (frostbite) A nice night (night, I'm not nice), my aim is precise I'm Glen Rice, I'm Glenn Close: it's a close call (close call) A empty call log, yeah I'm a ball hog I fake pa**, I'm headed to the basket I gotta, I gotta take mine I don't take nine fifty to a half time I turn tables, my syrup candy maple Jody Highroller, lady luck is in my favor I-I-I chop a brick with a neon razor (whaaat) Riff Raff came through in a Mercury Sable I-I-I chop a brick with a neon razor (whaaat) Riff Raff came through in a Mercury Sable [Hook]