I'm In Love With A Woman
B.B. King Lyrics


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In love with the money
In love with the money, love-love with the money
In love with the money
In love with the money, love-love with the money
I'm henny sipping, my celli klickin'
I done fucked wit like plenty woman
Had his wifey & her bestie kissin'
Actin' bad but I kould tell he trippin'
Makes no sense to kick it for a extra minute if you niggas thinkin' that I changed up
Niggas know i'm wit it, if I said I did it, then I did it nigga & I kame up
Flexin' on em like a body builder
I done always been a kocky nigga
Stop the lyin', you are not a hitta
Free my hittas, they'll pop a nigga
One of the realest, i'm sure of it
The hood that you rep, I ain't heard of it
All types of weed, I be servin' it
Just gimmie the beat, imma murder it
Money bag tatted, it's permanent so I know I have to work for it
I love the hood, it's been good but I swear that I done seen the worst of it
They kannot hurt the kid, gotta keep purple lit
Had to kut niggas off I konsidered family
When it komes to rap, i'm tryna win a grammy
I done taken off a bunch of bitches panties
& I done sold rock to my niggas aunty
There's alotta good but there's bad shit, I remember I ain't have shit
Started off wit a half zip & I knew I had to get these stacks quick
Momma said I was a bad kid so I started trappin' out my mans krib
Free my niggas out the damn bin, you ain't trappin', you a has been
I'm in love with the money, in love with the money
I'm in love with the money, in love with the money
I'm in love with the money, in love with the money
I'm in love with the money, love-love with the money
Servin' these junkies, i'm kurvin' the undies
Flow sick, think a nigga need buckley's
Please do not touch me kus it kould get ugly
Niggas is hattin' but bitches want fuck me
I'm in love with the money, in love with the money
I'm in love with the money, in love with the money
I'm in love with the money, in love with the money
I'm in love with the money, love-love with the money
Servin' these junkies, i'm kurvin' the undies
Flow sick, think a nigga need buckley's
Please do not touch me kus it kould get ugly
Niggas is hattin' but bitches want fuck me
Imma still grind till that pack finished, niggas lazy, that's bad buisness
Still sellin' that white girl but I got love for my black bitches
Niggas mad, never had riches, they just angry kus my swag vicious
Hoes sayin' that your boy delicious, got a pretty bitch & she kome from Mauritius
Imma say it once & I won't repeat it
Put my lyrics out so your hoe kould read it
Humble nigga but the boy konceited
Think that's your wifey but I know she cheated
Think your chick loyal but she been spoiled, usto bag the rock in the tin foil
Put the soft in the pot, watch the shit boil
Young nigga just tryna live royal
Kould show you niggas what this kash is like
Pinky ring look like a flashin' light
Smooth with women, I kould smash a dyke, all I need is henny & a kan of sprite
I remember when I bagged the white
Now I make a kouple stacks a night
Knew I had to kome grab the mic kus these rappin' niggas ain't soundin' right
I'm just tryna get filthy rich, these niggas talkin' that gibberish
I'm twisted like some liquorish, right now I should be flippin' bricks
Gettin' money like you niggas but i'll show you what the difference is
You pussy boy, i'm with the shits, in love with the money, ain't that a bitch
I'm in love with the money, in love with the money
I'm in love with the money, in love with the money
I'm in love with the money, in love with the money
I'm in love with the money, love-love with the money
Servin' these junkies, i'm kurvin' the undies
Flow sick, think a nigga need buckley's
Please do not touch me kus it kould get ugly
Niggas is hattin' but bitches want fuck me
I'm in love with the money, in love with the money
I'm in love with the money, in love with the money
I'm in love with the money, in love with the money
I'm in love with the money, love-love with the money
Servin' these junkies, i'm kurvin' the undies
Flow sick, think a nigga need buckley's




Please do not touch me kus it kould get ugly
Niggas is hattin' but bitches want fuck me

Overall Meaning

These lyrics are from a rap song that glorifies materialism and money. The rapper starts by stating multiple times that he is in love with money, which sets the tone for the rest of the song. He talks about his experiences with women and drugs, bragging about having multiple women at once and selling drugs to make money. He also boasts about his skills in the rap game and his success, mentioning that he has a money bag tattoo to show his devotion to wealth. The lyrics are full of vulgarity and references to violence, which contribute to a negative overall message.


The lyrics of this song are an indication of the often times negative influence that money and materialism can have on music and culture. The rapper presents money as the ultimate goal, rather than focusing on creating meaningful or positive content. The lyrics also reinforce negative stereotypes about drugs, violence, and misogyny, which can be damaging to impressionable listeners.


Overall, the lyrics of this song are controversial and problematic, primarily promoting a materialistic and selfish mentality. The song contributes to a culture that values wealth and status above personal connections and positive contributions.


Line by Line Meaning

In love with the money
I am obsessed with acquiring wealth


In love with the money, love-love with the money
My fixation with accumulating riches is all-consuming


I'm henny sipping, my celli klickin'
I am drinking Hennessy and using my phone to send messages


I done fucked wit like plenty woman
I have had sexual relations with many women


Had his wifey & her bestie kissin'
I caused a man's wife and her friend to engage in a romantic act


Actin' bad but I kould tell he trippin'
I am behaving in a reckless manner even though I can sense someone disapproving of my actions


Makes no sense to kick it for a extra minute if you niggas thinkin' that I changed up
It is pointless to spend any more time with people that believe I have become different


Niggas know i'm wit it, if I said I did it, then I did it nigga & I kame up
People are aware of my deeds and successes


Flexin' on em like a body builder
I am showing off my wealth and possessions, like a weightlifter flexing their muscles


I done always been a kocky nigga
I have always had an arrogant attitude


Stop the lyin', you are not a hitta
Stop pretending to be someone who is successful or skilled


Free my hittas, they'll pop a nigga
Release my associates who will be willing to kill


One of the realest, i'm sure of it
I am one of the most authentic people you will meet


The hood that you rep, I ain't heard of it
I am not familiar with the area you claim to be from


All types of weed, I be servin' it
I am selling different strains of marijuana


Just gimmie the beat, imma murder it
Give me the instrumental music, I will surpass expectations when I perform


Money bag tatted, it's permanent so I know I have to work for it
I have a tattoo of a bag of money, symbolizing my permanent commitment to earning wealth


I love the hood, it's been good but I swear that I done seen the worst of it
I have a fondness for my neighborhood, but I have also witnessed its flaws and most severe issues


They kannot hurt the kid, gotta keep purple lit
People cannot harm me, I need to continue enjoying marijuana


Had to kut niggas off I konsidered family
I have had to sever ties with people I treated like relatives


When it komes to rap, i'm tryna win a grammy
My goal in music is to win the highest achievement, a Grammy Award


I done taken off a bunch of bitches panties
I have had sex with numerous women


& I done sold rock to my niggas aunty
I have sold illegal drugs to my friends' relatives


There's alotta good but there's bad shit, I remember I ain't have shit
Although there are positives, there are also negatives; I recollect a time when I was impoverished


Started off wit a half zip & I knew I had to get these stacks quick
I began selling drugs in small quantities and realized I needed to make large sums of money quickly


Momma said I was a bad kid so I started trappin' out my mans krib
My mother called me a troublemaker, so I began selling drugs from a friend's house


Free my niggas out the damn bin, you ain't trappin', you a has been
Release my associates from jail; if you are not selling drugs anymore, you have lost your edge


Servin' these junkies, i'm kurvin' the undies
I am providing drugs to addicts and deceiving the police


Flow sick, think a nigga need buckley's
My rap lyrics are powerful; it is as if I require Buckley's cough syrup


Please do not touch me kus it kould get ugly
I warn you not to provoke me because the result could be unpleasant


Niggas is hattin' but bitches want fuck me
Males are envious of me, but women find me desirable


Imma still grind till that pack finished, niggas lazy, that's bad buisness
I will continue working until I have finished selling all my drugs; becoming idle is not a good business strategy


Still sellin' that white girl but I got love for my black bitches
I am still selling cocaine, but I have affection for my black female associates


Niggas mad, never had riches, they just angry kus my swag vicious
Males are angry because they have never been wealthy; they are jealous of my appealing demeanor


Hoes sayin' that your boy delicious, got a pretty bitch & she kome from Mauritius
Women are commenting on my attractive appearance and I have a beautiful girlfriend from Mauritius


Imma say it once & I won't repeat it
I will only state this once


Put my lyrics out so your hoe kould read it
I am publishing my music so that your girlfriend can listen to it


Humble nigga but the boy konceited
I am modest, but I have a high opinion of myself


Think that's your wifey but I know she cheated
You believe that your wife is faithful, but I know she has been unfaithful


Think your chick loyal but she been spoiled, usto bag the rock in the tin foil
You believe your woman is devoted, but someone has influenced her; I used to package drugs in tin foil


Put the soft in the pot, watch the shit boil
I place cocaine into a container and watch it heat up to form a hardened substance


Young nigga just tryna live royal
I am a young man trying to live like a king


Kould show you niggas what this kash is like
I can demonstrate what it is like to have a lot of money


Pinky ring look like a flashin' light
The ring on my little finger is shiny and eye-catching


Smooth with women, I kould smash a dyke, all I need is henny & a kan of sprite
I am skilled at attracting women; I could even seduce a lesbian, as long as I have Hennessy and Sprite


I remember when I bagged the white
I recollect the time when I sold cocaine


Now I make a kouple stacks a night
Currently, I earn a couple of thousand dollars each night


Knew I had to kome grab the mic kus these rappin' niggas ain't soundin' right
I realized I needed to start rapping myself, as other artists were not satisfactory


I'm just tryna get filthy rich, these niggas talkin' that gibberish
My aim is to become extremely wealthy; other rappers are speaking nonsense


I'm twisted like some liquorish, right now I should be flippin' bricks
I am feeling strange, like licorice candy; currently, I should be selling drugs


Gettin' money like you niggas but i'll show you what the difference is
I am earning wealth like other men, but I am superior in some way


You pussy boy, i'm with the shits, in love with the money, ain't that a bitch
You are weak; I am capable of dangerous behavior; it is ironic that my love for wealth causes trouble




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Written by: Kobie Turner

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Comments from YouTube:

@Westsideplayer1

I remember hearing this song when I was 12 years old.

@jamieh1792

whoa BB you do it all man -

@MrJameswingham

Stunning...

@ddoeser5830

BB King R.I.P ❤🇳🇱 ONVERGETELIJK JAAR 2O22 🙏🎸 🌏🗽

@siroswaldfortitude409

am trying to get this version on vinyl

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