Paul Wall - Take Notes lyrics

(Intro) The Peoples champ baby That be yours truly Paul Wall You know what Im talkin bout Gettin this money all day and all night And you know Im flyer than a mosquito baby cuz thats how i do I got expensive taste you know what im talking bout Sit back take notes already (Verse 1) I wake up in the morning and I yawn and stretch Lace up some new J's now Im new born fresh Got the 501 jeans creased starched and pressed Expensive taste name brand hat and shirt on my chest Got the boppers going crazy pull up in my Mercedes Knocking down the ladies from Pasadena to Katy Most of them dudes hate me cuz I sweet talking they lady But dont bring her around me if your game aint all gravy No time for games my mind on stacking change Tryin to flip this paper and change this chevy to a range Screen fall like rain as I maneuver the grain I pull up 3 screens 4 twelves 5 swangs Cadillac convert while my trunk do the jerk And the speakers in the back are drumming like Neil Peart Haters on high alert 3 ounces in the squirt Perc 10s for dessert and Pimp C on my shirt I I come around the corner so slow alert When wood grain get worked all feelings get hurt Gorilla poke swangers all up under the skirt First place in the car show in the back getting slurped I step on the dirt and stop traffic like a school bus All eyes on me Im fly as a flock of ducks Chasing these big bucks Haters can s** nuts They flaky as pie crust and sensitive as an Itouch Put that on the hood the corner and the block TV Johnny put 35 carats up on the watch 100 til my heart stops running this paper chasing Draped in expensive taste my music is slow pace Prada is on the face partner thats shades And if its aint 84s and vogues than its blades Crisp new levis grinding since I was knee high Need I say mo' fo sho you know we fly Jordons on the toes when you see Paul Wall Shopping spree at?SL2? I crawls from the mall Man im so fly no connections no jet lag ?Parvay? carat stones I break them off bad Im a hustla chasing meal tickets on a daily basis I gotta get it Im chasing them big faces Im putting paper in my pocket all damn year So I can pull out Maserati and put carats in my ear The diamonds shine so clear never from Debeer I holla at TV Johnny he the man round here Partner I got my mind and on Dollar signs and signing checks I thinking snow cones on ear mouth wrist and neck I got the game in check and my wrist game's correct The diamond watch so shinny call it time to reflect I gotta call these shots partner I came to wreck And if you owe me lil homie then its time to collect Im straped up like a baby in the car seat All work all day all night and all week No sleep a hustla up on the creep Getting my cash up bread stacked extra steep, baby (Outro) Know what Im talking bout And if you got a problem with me getting my paper Then hit me at my website www dot kiss my a** dot com Know what im saying We in here Know what im talking bout Sweatshop i see you baby P.F. James what up My partner Skinhead Rob rolling it up We bout to get tore up T Barker i see you baby Already