[Chamillionaire:]
Uh,
Panamera shorty cocaine colour
White range rover that's it's cocaine brother
Champagne lover that's what you could say that she is
She say she wanna hang with me that chick you got a genious
She tell you not to call her baby like she not a fetus
She see the whip and compliment how lovely that the feet is
I could never fall off cause that's just not conveniant
I'm taking flight till I'm on fire looking like the phoenix
All on my penis cause they know I'm bout to do it bigger
Mind reader your's is sayin I wanna do it with ya
I could read a hater palm like I do a scripture
I take a trip to mawi just to snap a poor picture

[Chorus x2: 50 Cent]
All we do is stunt and the blow the paper, the paper
The ballin make a hater wanna hate us, the hater's
Can't take it when they see the money maker, we make a
Whole lotta money, whole lotta money

[Chamillionaire:]
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Come on
Money rollin in so I always keep some dough to spend
Gotta show and win when I get done I gotta show a ten
I was born to win say she wanna hear my song again
That's when I told her friend I knock em both down just like bowling pins
No custodian so I make your woman clean it up
They cleanin nuts that's why haters hate cause they ain't clean as us
Bring the trucks harlem night strippers I had cleanin bucks
I mean it's cuts all these crispy hundreds that I seem to touch
Nothing funny bout the money but I gotta laugh
Rollie dipped in vs 2's get a watch and bath
Keep surveilance everywhere I gotta watch the cash
You countin do it with no hands like you roscoe dash
Math, that's what I'm good at but they hate it tho
That new mercedes show I bein gettin what they say I don't
Candyin 84's and I mean and yea it ain't the spokes
But before the taxes they get sick cause what I make is gross

[Chorus]

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