(feat. Paul Wall & Chamillionaire, Russell Lee)



[Russell Lee]

Yeaaaaaaah...Ohhhhhhh



[Lucky Talking]

Yeah they know what time it is..

Russel Lee in here with Happy P..

Paul Wall and Chamillionaire..

Man, it's going down..



[Chamillionaire]

Ay, it look like a G in the knot but, it's not, it's three

Time is money, you don't wanna chase the clock with me

I squat in the drop, not a dirty spot to see

Stand on top of my dough in the desert, and spot the sea

My money's tall, I been born to stack chips

Ignore my taxes, frame on the lack list

Hop on the mattress to get pornographic

Make a move on the chick, and move on to that sis

Hits, Chamillionaire he raps

So she lifts up the shirt show the bra with two straps

But how ironic is that, cause the boy can do that

I lift up my shirt, so the boy got two straps

Gotta strap up, I gotta be safe sexin

So I strap up, I gotta keep a weapon

It's Koopa protectin my health cause so many girls call me boo

Im scared of myself, haha

But they lucky, get the chedder and buck

Cause me and Lucky we both be tryin a get in a vault

Make bronze money turn greener than the incredible hulk

But I'm pain in full, vato what you thought...Koopa



[Lucky]

Believe that, money ain't nothin..

Specially you bout yo business..

Ay, Russ let em' know how these playas roll..



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[Russell Lee]

I come here to let you know, just how us playas roll

These boys betta pay what they owe, cause I gotta keep my money long

Gotta keep on hustling, can't keep on struggeling

My life, my feddi, my niggaz, my family and thats all I know



[Lucky Luciano]

Who make yo head bob like Marley and stay Brown like Charlie

Money to throw away with more green than Tommy

And I'm still on my toes, I got paper to wash

I keep girls every where from L.A. to the Bronx

I got em passing out flyers, cause you know I'm no dummy

I don't play football but you feel my homecoming

Im throwed, call me Jimmy "Superfly" Snuka

Its funny my trunk keep doin the hooka hooka

Labels keep callin cause they like my style

Im so fly, I gotta a million frequent flyer miles

I want her and her friend, cause I heard they dike

Im at the bar with Paul, and play thursday night

Chain glowing like a Darth Vader sword

Full of that high grade bombay de'jour

Im just a playamade mexican and my pants stay starched

Traded in the Bently, for a black made bomb



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[Paul Wall]

Im all about stackin green

Im tryin a get whats in your wallet and the back of them jeans

But theres more to life than, just facts and lean

Lil momma's know I'm the mack of the team

Gotta, fly honey dip on my siiide

Pimp juice drippin up off my striiide

Big swanges and vogues on my riiide

And a college education on my smiiile

There ain't nothin new under the sun

Im getting my paper, this ain't just for fun

I been on the grind since I was one

I was in day care, hustlin gum

So, I'm splurgin half my leisure

I got mo' ice than yo grocers freezer

And the rims keep getting steeper

Till' I'm old geezer, dodging the grim reaper



[Chorus]