[Chamillionaire]. Listen. They say rapping's a waste of knowledge. "Take ya ass to college". Now they broke ass call us. Tryin to ask for dollars. Sittin behing glass Impala's. High class Impala's. I make two cash deposits everytime I pass the closet. If niggas lookin for the grands. The grands can be spotted. Chamillions the man. He got it in his hand of wallet. Ain't no If's And's about it. "That man's the hottest". I accedently spent five grand. Cause man we ballas. We don't shop at Family Dollars. If your ice is fake?. If you ask me for a verse. I make my price inflate. We still ghetto lookin for some metal mics to break. I'm still hangin around a hood like a liscense plate. I'm not cappin cause trust me. You'll know when I'm cappin. When I pull out that gat. And you hear that thang click-clackin. You hear what that boy said?. Don't be a hard head. Save me some left overs im through with some raw bread. [Chorus]. Let's open the garage and pull Them cars out (Why?). Show em how boys in the dirty south shiine. (Money is on your mind chasin them dollar signs. Get off of youe behind and go Grind). Yeaah. there's no time to sleep - we hustle and grind all the time. Because money's always on our miind. (Chasin them dollar signs you sayin you wanna shine?. Then get up off of your behind and go Grind). Yeaah. [Paul Wall]. They say stuntin's a waste of money. "Man invest it in stocks". Now they homeless and out of work. Ever since Enron flopped. Have a hustle for every season. That's the Babeoulous way. Mo money underneath my mattress. Then you have in your safe. When money slow up? Make a different hustle blow up. Alotta cats older then me but they ain't never grow up. Boys hit a couple of licks buy some kicks and they quit. I ain't hustlin for a fifth I'm on the grind to get rich. I ain't gone lie I got lazy making fifty a week. But when that fifty sunk to ten I woke up out of my sleep. I don't compete with other ballers. I inspire myself. Self-Emplyed I could write a check. And hire myself. I admire myself with a set of Slabs salute. All courtisey of my underground mass of loot. It don't matter what it cost just grab some loot. I'll earn it back before your class is through. It's goin down. [Chorus]. Let's open the garage and pull Them cars out (Why?). Show em how boys in the dirty south shiine. (Money is on your mind chasin them dollar signs. Get off of youe behind and go Grind). Yeaah. there's no time to sleep - we hustle and grind all the time. Because money's always on our miind. (Chasin them dollar signs you sayin you wanna shine?. Then get up off of your behind and go Grind). Yeaah. [Chamillionaire]. Listen. They say our album just dropped. And we ain't proved a thing. Look at the Sound Scan scannin. Tell us who's the King. Okay if we don't hit Top 100 on Billboards. We still gone feel joy 50 hundreds in Bills boy. We Runnin Houston streets so you can say we RoadRunners. You better hide your deer like we was Doe Hunters. Never made doe from a dealer I'm no dope runna. But I intercept chips like a kick from a slow punta. HUT ONE! HUT TWO! - We comin' through what it do?. Direspecting that Houston Texas Underground? What a fool. It's okay if you DeeJay's don't give us Radio play. We tell the streets to go get our CD today they obey. Underground CD sella Hundred Thousand or betta. But I'm not in this game to get a Grammy letta or metal. Just tryin to make alot of chedda Mirror Mirror on the wall. Can you tell us who really ball? "Chamillion and Paul Wall". [Chorus X2]. Let's open the garage and pull Them cars out (Why?). Show em how boys in the dirty south shiine. (Money is on your mind chasin them dollar signs. Get off of youe behind and go Grind). Yeaah. there's no time to sleep - we hustle and grind all the time. Because money's always on our miind. (Chasin them dollar signs you sayin you wanna shine?. Then get up off of your behind and go Grind). Yeaah