[Chamillionaire Insert From "In Love With My Money"]
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Big Swangaz and Vouges
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Them 20 inches sittin low
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We Ball 24's 7's all that we know
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Screens and neon lights gon show
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When my trunk unlock pop and show
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Ya already know
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Paint drippin off the door
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Not engaged with no lady, fall in love with 'em no!
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You may think I'm crazy never knew this type of love before
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I'm love with my foreign, yes I'm married to my dough...
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I'm in love with my money
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[Chamillionaire - Talking]
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Yeah man, me and Paul just goin' 2 different direction man
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Know what I'm sayin', he decided to go back to the Swishahouse
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And I decided not to ya know what I'm sayin'?
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I'm just tryin' to do my thing right now
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And hopefully we'll turn this into a major label debut
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when "Controversy" sells ya feel me?
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But uh, uh we both are with Paid In Full
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I'm not on Paid In Full Records no more, no longer on contract
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I'm doin' my own thing, Chamillitary Entertainment
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and ya already know in this man
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A lil somethin' for the fans
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I'ma let you hear the first song we did off of "Get Ya Mind Correct"
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Ya ain't know I had this did ya?
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--A lil somethin' for the fans
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I'ma let y'all hear the first song we actually did on "Get Ya Mind Correct"
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It's called "Weatherman", y'all ain't know I still had this did y'all-haha
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[Chorus - Paul Wall]
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I'm the weatherman ain't nobody stoppin' my reign
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Alot of watered down rappers still hot cuz I came
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I'ma forest fire ain't nobody stoppin' my flame
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Can't nobody stop me from stockin' my change
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[repeat]
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[Paul Wall]
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I'm the weatherman ain't nobody stoppin' my reign
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On top of my game, decapitate the top show and bang
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They knockin' my fame and biz' cuz of rocks in my watch
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If you was smart you'd watch the golds that's on top of my crotch
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The rocks in my watch, is more then a Rocky Sandlot
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You jealous cuz you bought diamonds from diamond shamrock
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Look, all recruiters should be checkin' my stats
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I cross competition over shake em' dead in they tracks
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I pack an axe by my way, bodyguard by my biscuit
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Make money, lose money never afraid to risk it
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I don't get writers block, I block other writers
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Spittin' fire like if I had a mouth full of lighters
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I'm countin' so much money that I caught a hand-cramp
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I date models you date girls that went to band camp
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I'ma hurricane, you just a gust of wind
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I'm on fire, you just ashes and dust my friend
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[Chamillionaire]
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Uh, it's just the lil bad weatherman, raindrops drop on ya pours
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They sick of them boys, pullin' up in ridiculous cars
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Ain't no ones, sicker then are's the wizard of oz
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Couldn't give you a bigger brain and make you rich as them boys
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Young Koopa the weatherman, he lelay his weatherband
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With drank in a metal can, wanna stop him get a better plan
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That one you got, that ain't really workin' pat'na
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Ya shirt is prada, how come ya flow ain't worth a dollar, holla
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Chamillion's insane niggaz gonna complain
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Can't explain why ya girl wanna give me brain and run a train
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Niggaz runnin' in shame, tellin' them to run in train
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The Lizard stepped in the game and started runnin' thangs
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If ya can't sleep anymore while the raindrops pour
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And you look our your window and hear footsteps on the floor
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If you saw a crooked smile and a glistenin' jaw
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Don't open the door fa' sure time for bad weather y'all, let it reign
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[Paul Wall]
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Bad weather's ruin about, if you travel my route
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It's time to flood the market, cuz there's been a drought
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Review the resume, my team is undefeatable
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You fabricate ya life with stories unbelievable
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I'ma ballin' star, you a fallin' star
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All used up like no minutes on a callin' card
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I'm the bank you ain't nothin' but a dollar or two
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You just sand on a beach, and I'm the wave that swallows you
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Nobody follows you, your like bad directions
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Ya life needs an eraser, there's to many corrections
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Ever since I was born, I've been far from the norm
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I'm the one that kept ya girl warm when you was gone
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Now you and ya born needin' ya palm
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Watchin' thorn or outside a dorm, humpin' ya horn ya heart torn
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You get warned down the scarecrow and |