You Thinking And Say Get You Wig Split Open Like A Filet [Chorus: Paul Wall] Money Ain't A Thang Paper Ain't Nothin When You're In A Black Mayback On
Paul Wall] Money Ain't A Thang Paper Ain't Nothin When You're In A Black Mayback On Buttons Cutting These Pops Got Dimes By The Dozen Higher Than A Kite
What You Thinking And Say Get You Wig Split Open Like A Filet [Chorus: Paul Wall] Money Ain't A Thang Paper Ain't Nothin When You're In A Black Mayback
40:] I tried to tell you never sober, chalupa, longer than a roller coaster Out here a hub a head a do-ya, for a quarter ounce of yola Venomous snakes
a wine Every girl waan dem career shine (Junk in di trunk) If yuh nah wine could a get a conflict Wid it like a Shaolin Monk (Mi seh junk in di trunk
jook gal) [Verse 4: Sean Paul] (From Youngbloodz, not the reggae artist) A Sean Paul from the home of the strip clubs I don't trip I tip show the girl
, ya grill ya, ya, ya grill (Had a whole top diamonds and da bottom Row's gold) [Paul Wall] What it do baby It's da ice man Paul Wall I got my mouth
wanna kreep it up Even though my pockets don't got deep they ain't got deep enough Wishin I could rob me a bank but I ain't theif enough I keep it in
fat chilla bag of that calofornia witta poccuhonas with a fat cat Fat back she got a old man but we ain't stuttin that A fat stack will make them niggas
boy do you Big bank take little bank baby tell me what it do These boys talking loud but they ain't saying a thang But Paul Wall and Freeway will make
and echoes] [Paul Wall] It started off, we were two peas in the pod Motivated by love with the blessings of God We were head over heels in this love thang Funny ain't
the internet goin nuts" {*3X*} "P-P-Paul Wall baby, what'chu know 'bout me" "I'm on that five nine South Lee baby, holla at me" [Paul Wall] Okay I signed
a family, if I'ma make you a mother When I ain't got time to go grind, so get your mind right I'm feeling like, it wasn't timed right Cause we started
like you flying in the sky with me [Hook - 4x] [Paul Wall] In my life, I went from a straw hat to a crown I been through a few up's, and a whole lot
smart, and soave A macking artist, check for the mark on your broad With you, there ain't no benefits like a Wal-Mart job It ain't no competition boy,
then me, but they ain't never grow up Boys hit a couple of licks, buy some kicks and they quit I ain't hustlin for a fifth, I'm on the grind to get rich
