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[Chorus]Hey gon' salute meI don't flip, never thatBut I know how to get it, I know where the money atThem haters talkin' down, see him comin' upI get money, stay true, get your paper upHey see me, hold it downRidin' fresh with the paint, doors openThem haters talkin' down, see him comin' upI get money, stay true, get your paper upIt's Paul Wall baby, Swishahouse SpokesmanI'm crushing all competition like a coke canI'm with that Damon Jones Mix-O and Black LacIn that Lac with the trunk cracked, I'm swingin'Until the swingers collapse, I'm back, I'm stuntin'Comin' down on gold tires, I'm on the block, holdin' it downLike some ? I keep the swingers pokin' I got theWindows open, white cup with somethin' potent, wood wheelStill what I'm chokin', I'm on that Antwan with Lou, Hawk, andFreddie Thug, this small of ? is makin' their heads bop, that'sMy job, my mind's on stackin' on what, these boys out here chasin'Broads, look close it's no mirage, I got somethin' ballin' dawg[Chorus]Letras de cancionesI'm on the block holdin' posts like Jermaine O' NealNo ice grill, just cold steel, that's a gangsta grillI'm down for that drama so I'm known to pack a cannonA sharp seein' hittin' targets like Peyton ManningAnd you can catch me in the hood like a liquor storeRoll those dice, let's get that dough, I'm 6-8, I'm 10-4I got that Tish from black, that tip got my backI put them elbows under the Lac, and know they plottin' ta jackBoppers don't know how to act, I'm leanin' back and countin' stacksPostin' up on big wheels, still sippin' ? don't get distressedI'm out here chasin' banks, breakin' bread and sippin' drank, accumulatingMy Benz taste, my mind straight, and my paper chase[Chorus]My vision's nocturnal so I'm grindin' all nightI gotta cup that's rather purple, so it's oil and it's SpirteI got some partnas in the cage, I be shootin' them kites, them otherGuys is all hype, tell them suckas take a hike baby, you see them? you see them hundred spokes, I'm holdin' spokes just woodDeep, ya get it, coast to coast, I'm slabbin' candy drops, punchin' clocksAnd slammin' broads, I got money like Reggie Bush, my billboard got a lottaYards, I'm with that Poppa Joe, I got dro on da low, I keep the lean for a monthOr so, but I'm back on it, I can't let go, I'm down with T.Farris and G.Dat, weSwitchin' glass, some of these boys ain't lastin' we still right here countin' cash[Chorus] From Letras Mania