Chamillionaire — Paper Route

[Hook: Chamillionaire] Making paper stays on my mind I'll show you how to make a dollar out a dime I'll show you how to make a lot of dollar signs You gotta go and get it, you gotta grind Haters, haters all around If any of you nigga got a problem I'm Not really in the mood so this is not the time To tell me that some playas trying to block my shine [Verse 1: Chamillionaire] Koopa I'm from Houston but any nigga trying to run up on my dough Hit you with the pistol and New Orleans initials (N.O.) And know when I miss you the heat hit you, you know You're family miss you but won't miss that white tag on your toe (uh oh) We put 'em in check like royalty payments Your boy'll be famous When news tell the world what his name is You gotta be brainless Let me explain this My vision's 20-20 Can you guess what his aim is? Flawless Like that candy paint on my car is I leave your face as purple as full cup of bar is Laws get suspicious like "What you got in that car, kid?" My jaw is glistening they wanna kow what my job is My rhyme is a crime Designed like a 9 To paralyze the tip of your mind to the tip of your spine Spit at your dime Now major labels want me to sign For them dollar signs Put dollars in front and sign his behind Go fix your mind The Color Changin' Click get respect If not my fist gon' crack the lens of this N's specs Don't matter if its fightin', pistol whippin' or sex I got that one-hitter quiter it's one hit then it's next Yep and I just purchased some real estate In the realest state My next problem is niggas hate And know Chamillion make bills as big as Gates So I now I got construction workers buildig bigger gates Koopa [Hook: Chamillionaire] Making paper stays on my mind I'll show you how to make a dollar out a dime I'll show you how to make a lot of dollar signs You gotta go and get it, you gotta grind Haters, haters all around If any of you n got a problem I'm Not really in the mood so this is not the time To tell me that some playas trying to block my shine [Verse 2: Rasaq] Rasaq on the block It's the number 1 dough lover The nigga that's so gutta I'm cold as crackheads in the bed with no covers But raw as two lovers in the bed with no rubbers The bread's gon' touch us so the feds don't trust us They look at the gold sluggas They look at the throwed brothas No warrants to handcuff us so instead they hold grudges Roll with no bustas Strictly dome bustas That'll make the chrome plucka and make you hold crutches (ha ha) No suckas I'm doublin' Gs clutching the cheese Lil Flip style Suckafree (ha ha) But trust that we got more pimp than C And when it comes to bread we got more buns than B Wanna get dough from Rasaq you're gonna have to sue 'em Cause I'm all about the Ss with two slashes through 'em Either that or click-clack the tool and flash it to 'em Let loose a slug and pass it through 'em (ha ha) Admit it I wrecked no get it correct I let ten spit from the Tek Just to get my respect Scratch that I let my fist intersect with your neck And give it a peck (muah) now your chin in check They say Chamillion spit it the best but this nigga is next When I talk dollar signs "Aye" send me the check nigga When Italk dollar signs they send me the check nigga Rasaq on the block (chyeah) [Hook: Chamillionaire] Making paper stays on my mind I'll show you how to make a dollar out a dime I'll show you how to make a lot of dollar signs You gotta go and get it, you gotta grind Haters, haters all around If any of you n got a problem I'm Not really in the mood so this is not the time To tell me that some playas trying to block my shine