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Listen
They say rapping's a waste of knowledge
Take ya a*s to college
Now they broke a*s call us
Tryin to ask for dollars
Sittin behing glass impala's
High class impala's
I make two cash deposits everytime I pass the closet
If n***as lookin for the grands
The grands can be spotted
Chamillions the man
He got it in his hand of wallet
Ain't no if's
And's
About it
That man's the hottest
I accedently spent five grand
Cause man
We ballas
We don't shop at family dollars
If your ice is fake
If you ask me for a verse
I make my price inflate
We still ghetto
Lookin for some metal mics to break
I'm still hangin around a hood
Like a liscense plate
I'm not cappin
Cause trust me
You'll know when I'm cappin
When I pull out that gat
And you hear that thang click clackin
You hear what that boy said
Don't be a hard head
Save me some left overs I'm through with some raw bread
Let's open
The garage and pull
Them cars out
Why
Show em how boys in the dirty south shiiiiiiiine
Money is on your mind
Chasin them dollar signs
Get off of youe behind and go grind
Yeaaaaah
There's no time
To sleep we hustle and grind
All the time
Because money's always on our miiiiiiiind
Chasin them dollar signs
You sayin you wanna shine
Then get up off of your behind and go grind
Yeaaaaah
They say stuntin's a waste of money
Man
Invest it in stocks
Now they homeless and out of work
Ever since enron flopped
Have a hustle for every season
That's the babeoulous way
Mo money underneath my mattress
Then you have in your safe
When money slow up
Make a different hustle blow up
Alotta cats older 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
I ain't gone lie
I got lazy making fifty a week
But when that fifty sunk to ten I woke up out of my sleep
I don't compete with other ballers
I inspire myself
Self emplyed
I could write a check
And hire myself
I admire myself
With a set of slabs
Salute
All courtisey of my underground
Mass of loot
It don't matter what it cost
Just grab some loot
I'll earn it back before your class is through
It's goin down
Let's open
The garage and pull
Them cars out
Why
Show em how boys in the dirty south shiiiiiiiine
Money is on your mind
Chasin them dollar signs
Get off of youe behind and go grind
Yeaaaaah
There's no time
To sleep we hustle and grind
All the time
Because money's always on our miiiiiiiind
Chasin them dollar signs
You sayin you wanna shine
Then get up off of your behind and go grind
Yeaaaaah
Listen
They say our album just dropped
And we ain't proved a thing
Look at the sound scan scannin
Tell us who's the king
Okay
If we don't hit top 100 on billboards
We still gone feel joy
50 hundreds in bills boy
We runnin houston streets
So you can say we roadrunners
You better hide your deer
Like we was doe hunters
Never made doe from a dealer
I'm no d**e runna
But I intercept chips like a kick from a slow punta
Hut one
Hut two
We comin' through
What it do
Direspecting that houston
Texas underground
What a fool
It's okay if you deejay's don't give us radio play
We tell the streets to go get our cd today
They obey
Underground cd sella
Hundred thousand or betta
But I'm not in this game to get a grammy letta or metal
Just tryin to make alot of chedda
Mirror mirror on the wall
Can you tell us who really ball
Chamillion and paul wall
Let's open
The garage and pull
Them cars out
Why
Show em how boys in the dirty south shiiiiiiiine
Money is on your mind
Chasin them dollar signs
Get off of youe behind and go grind
Yeaaaaah
There's no time
To sleep we hustle and grind
All the time
Because money's always on our miiiiiiiind
Chasin them dollar signs
You sayin you wanna shine
Then get up off of your behind and go grind
Yeaaaaah
