Paul Wall - Know What Im Talkin About lyrics

(*talking*) Know I'm tal'n bout, already I'm just saying though [Hook - 2x] It's going down, know I'm tal'n bout (Know I'm tal'n bout) I'm on the grind, know I'm tal'n bout (Know I'm tal'n bout) Every penny nickle and dime, well I still got time Every dolla that I can find, know I'm tal'n bout (Know I'm tal'n bout) [Paul Wall] I gotta get that money, I gotta get that cash I gotta stack bread, cause I'm spending it fast I got habits, that I just can't break Just got a brand new car, cash on fifth gray If I see it I want it, if I buy it I flaunt it A Kenyon Martin high school jersey, worth at least five hundred Everything I got authentic, from the clothes to the chain A twenty thousand dolla mouth, man I love this game Everything changed, when I started getting that money From the land of milk and honey, when I smile it's sunny Isn't it funny, how people say that money changed me I ain't worried what they broke a**, think bout me I'm riding on 83's, my rims are cla**ic 24's under the Avalanche, looking Jura**ic Paint change like mirages, you don't know when you pa** it I'm big balling till I lay in a casket, already [Hook - 2x] [Paul Wall] I'm a neighborhood trend setter, getting that cheddar Nobody does it better, I'm a cash money go-getter Looking clean riding spinners, on these Lone Star streets Spitting game laying pipe, to these all star freaks We the boys pulling up, in them candy coated cars A couple more in the garage, we some neighborhood stars Check the wrist check the mouth, check the ice on the neck You disrespect we put a price on your neck, watch your mouth I'm on that South Lee, 8900 block I hustle nonstop, to earn everything that I got I'm hot I swang and pop trunk, the block done got crunk Got plex we got pumps, cause partna we not punks I got chunks of paper, filling my pocket Don't knock it you can't stop it, just sit back and watch it The fifth wheel I drop it, I got cheese in my hot pocket We slow it down and chop it, know I'm tal'n bout [Hook - 2x] [Paul Wall] You can hear me in my drop, a block away The fifth wheel bow down, unlock and pray The IRS, wanna know what I bought today I wonder which lap top, I'll watch today If lil' mama wanna bop, she got to pay I'm in a Benz big 6, like Dr. J I wonder which car lot, I'll shop today I be balling real big, the proper way Respect it or check it, but best not neglect it You don't really wanna see, the parking lot get hectic We big ballers, and big trucks with big a** rims Blueberry with no stems, make strangers friends Tighten up no slack, cause them people be watching Them jump out boys be plotting, homie you ain't forgotten In jail or in a coffin, or a hospital coffin But I'm none of the above it ain't me, know I'm tal'n bout [Hook - 4x]