[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'
Niggas 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
Niggas crooks as niggas 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
Cuz, friends turn to haters
And, some turn to traders
But my money never change us (mhum)
So in Money We Trust
(repeat)
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