[Verse 1:]
Money and bitches,
Niggas die for money and bitches,
Money and bitches,
Niggas die for money and bitches.
What I embody is so ungodly, god is my witness,
Emotions froze, I'm so cold on every bitch on my team,
A rolling stone, I move on like it's a daily routine.
I used to have this bitch that had me twisted,
Used to get drunk at the club and call me for random visits,
She stumbled into my door and I smashed her in the kitchen,
Yes, she get rough when we sexin', flexin' in all positions.
Whispered and I often listened, she got a nigga at home,
Not quite at home, he took a pitch and since ‘06 he been gone,
She say she grown, she pay her bills and raise her kid on her own,
Plus he touch down in a few days, I should just leave her alone.
But it's that devil on my shoulder tellin' me to come over,
3 a.m., I hit the gas in my Chevy, blowin' on doja,
Got me stuck and I can't understand
Why I can't notice, I'm so bogus ‘cause I know her man,
I guess I'm dead wrong, fo' sho'.
[Chorus:]
Money and bitches make the world spin,
Fuckin' with you can make my world end,
How I get caught up in this whirlwind?
Dead wrong, fuckin' my homeboy's girlfriend,
Fuckin' my homeboy's girlfriend,
But it's your homeboy's girlfriend,
Fuckin' my homeboy's girlfriend,
Lovin' my homeboy's girlfriend.
[Verse 2:]
I wish I had the nuts to tell you this:
While you was locked away in jail I was out here nailin' your bitch,
I even helped out with the house note, the car payments, and shit,
I never thought about our friendship, I just thought with my dick.
And I was dead wrong, on bogus shit from the start,
‘Cause of this lust in my mind, I carried this guilt in my heart
I be so weak to let a piece of pussy peel us apart,
If you found out about this shit, might twist your feelings in knots.
Speakin' of feelings, I caught ‘em,
Big bag of dreams and I bought ‘em,
Visions of me and her stuck on an island hideaway ballin',
Sometimes I don't return her calls and pray one day she be off it.
But, yo, it seems like since he came home, she been callin' more often,
Damn, guess she addicted to the way I treat her,
Because she right back at my doorstep everytime that he beat her
Fussin' and cryin', sayin', “Baby, I need you! Why you ignore me?
Testin' me, stressin' me, how dare she question my loyalty?” Damn!
[Chorus:]
Money and bitches make the world spin,
Fuckin' with you can make my world end,
How I get caught up in this whirlwind?
Dead wrong, fuckin' my homeboy's girlfriend,
Fuckin' my homeboy's girlfriend,
But it's your homeboy's girlfriend,
Fuckin' my homeboy's girlfriend,
Lovin' my homeboy's girlfriend.
[Verse 3:]
Money and bitches,
Niggas die for money and bitches.
Tryna stay occupied, so I stay out there fuckin' bitches,
But my affairs with this woman was extremely indecent,
Truth is my homie got every right to come leave me leakin'.
Woke up with my phone on fire,
Twenty, thirty missed calls,
Called him back, he picked it up and I could tell he pissed off.
He told me, “Bitch nigga, you see me, walk the other way,
No room for explanation, just jump straight into pistol play,
All them years we go back just got flushed down the toilet.”
Might lose my life behind this bitch, but, man, I just can't afford it.
Whole situation could have been avoided,
I wonder what went through his head when he picked up that loaded pistol and pointed,
Like, “Damn! If I can't have you in life, I guess I'll have you in death.”
Finished her off with 3 shots and turned the fifth on himself,
Was it really love or did we both all fall for a sleazy broad?
Killed his girl and spared my fuckin' life, who had the deeper bond? Damn!