bun b ft. chamillionaire slim thug money we trust Lyrics

[Bun B]
Now if you got it on yo mind
I can get it off your chest
Take it out yo mouth and I'm gon' take care of the rest
No stress, just do-do, when I'm jumpin' out the 4-door
Smoke 'll hit you like judo when you walk up to the yuko
When I let the top down, sippin lean still ballin'
TV's in the visors so the screens still fallin'
n____z grab hustlin' I ain't finna break my neck
I make some paper off this flow, but I got rich off respect
Ask anybody who know me about my seeds
Westside 9th street, I came up amongst the G's
Crack game in 88, it took over s___ I was there
I stood on southern through texas and got my share
And my nina on my waist, dope up in my jaw
One eye for them fiends, one eye for that law
n____z crooks as n____z soft, so my rep is hard as steel
Big Bun m____fucka, representin' for the trill

[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
If you haters you gon' like us
If you like us you gon' hate us
But, one thing you can say is we some serious paper chasers
'cause, friends turn to haters
And, some turn to traitors
But my money never changes (mhum)
So in Money We Trust
(repeat)

[Chamillionaire]
When white America stares at the pair of eyes in a colred face
Can they see why he love to chase
Green fetti in a gutta place
He grew up so he love the taste
For diniro's he's a disgrace
Denies that he's tellin' a lie lookin' right in his mother's face
Can't reside, in his brother's 'states
But out ridin' on dub's he take
What's hidin' above his waist, and go ride out some other fake
He's claimin' that he's real, but when he's not on that camera
Hed rather give stuff to these hoes, like he's copyin' Santa
When he's not on that camera, he's talkin' like he Pac with his grammar
But he will not c___ or pop the top of his hammer
Money's the reason why rich people get red-dots on they flannels
While bank-tellers gotta get down on the floor like Dave Banner
Go ta spot in that 'Bama, and also got a spot in that channel
Few people know I got a spot to stash that knot in Atlanta
Don't trust the chick I with, she fine and mixed with another race
But I keep the combination to my safe in a safe in another place

[Slim Thug]
A lot of folks say when Slim got a lil change he changed
I ain't gon' lie yeah I changed, but it was for the better mayne
When I was broke ain't have to worry bout gold-diggin' hoes
When I was broke I ain't have to worry bout jackers tryin' to get my dough
Haters bustin' the .44's, 'cause I'm stickin' they chicks
I got a lot of best friends quick, when they heard I was rich
And them n____z I used to ride with, stack cash, get high with
Is the same n____z on my side, them the same n____z I'ma die with
Some friends turn foes, and some men turn hoes
But that's how the s___ goes, when you ain't broke no more
Money the root of all evil, it could help or hurt people
You can't live without it so it tend to turn good guys evil
A lot of folks love money, more then they love theyself
I rather be dead then broke takin' death chances for wealth
I know n____z 'll kill you for scrilla and won't think twice to bust
Yo life ain't worth s___ to us, (mhum) IN MONEY WE TRUST!