Got It Made Paul Wall & Termanology (Ft. Peedi Crakk)

[Intro: Termanology]
Yeah
Everything wavy, you know the vibes

[Verse 1: Termanology]
Don Julio with the cran', the chicks dance (Yeah)
I throw a couple dollars just to shut up they holler (Yeah)
Bad lil’ mama looking mean in the passenger (Woo)
Queens in my Acura, team full of bachelors (Yeah)
Old school, still cook crack in the microwave (Uh-huh)
Mini Mike Tyson back then in my fighting days (Uh-huh)
Light the Haze, lil' bit of Sprite, lil' lemonade (Yeah)
Put the right hook on the beat and your life could change
Drop many songs, have Flex dropping bombs
Overseas world tours, I get my shopping on (Facts)
He had don, he a god, he a king, hе a great
Swear I can’t think straight, so many things in the placе
BBL booty with the slim lil' waist
Yo, let's get right to it, I ain't got time to waste (Nah)
Still reppin' for the streets, still diggin' in the crates
Still filling up my safe, make a killing off these tapes

[Chorus: Termanology]
I just spin the block, I just get paid
I just want the spot, I be on the wave
I just pull up throwing knots in your face
'Cause I got it made, I got it made
I just spin the block, I just get paid
I just want the spot, I be on the wave
I just pull up throwing knots in your face
'Cause I got it made, I got it made