In Money We Trust by Chamillionaire
[Bun B]
Now if you got it on yo mind
I can get it off your chest
Take it out yo mouth and I'm gon' take care of the rest
No stress, just do-do, when I'm jumpin' out the 4-door
Smoke 'll hit you like judo when you walk up to the yuko
When I let the top down, sippin lean still ballin'
TV's in the visors so the screens still fallin'
Niggaz grab hustlin' I ain't finna break my neck
I make some paper off this flow, but I got rich off respect
Ask anybody who know me about my seeds
Westside 9th street, I came up amongst the G's
Crack game in 88, it took over shit I was there
I stood on southern through texas and got my share
And my nina on my waist, dope up in my jaw
One eye for them fiends, one eye for that law
Niggaz crooks as niggaz soft, so my rep is hard as steel
Big Bun muthafucka, representin' for the trill
[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
If you haters you gon' like us
If you like us you gon' hate us
But, one thing you can say is we some serious paper chasers
'cause, friends turn to haters
And, some turn to traitors
But my money never changes (mhum)
So in Money We Trust
(repeat)
[Chamillionaire]
When white America stares at the pair of eyes in a colred face
Can they see why he love to chase
green fetti in a gutta place
He grew up so he love the taste
For diniro's hes a disgrace
Denies that he's tellin' a lie lookin' right in his mother's face
Can't reside, in his brother's 'states
But out ridin' on dub's he take
What's hidin' above his waist, and go ride out some other fake
He's claimin' that he's real, but when he's not on that camera
Hed rather give stuff to these hoes, like he's copyin' Santa
When he's not on that camera, he's talkin' like he Pac with his grammar
But he will not cock or pop the top of his hammer
Money's the reason why rich people get red-dots on they flannels
While bank-tellers gotta get down on the floor like Dave Banner
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