The people's champ, baby

That be yours truly, Paul Wall

You know what I'm talkin' 'bout

Gettin' this money all day, all night

And you know I'm flyer than a mosquito, baby

'Cause that's how I do

I got expensive taste, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout?

Sit back, take notes, already

I wake up in the morning and I yawn and stretch

Lace up some new Js, now I'm newborn fresh

Got the 501 jeans creased, starched, and pressed

Expensive taste, name brand hat and shirt on my chest

Got the boppers goin' crazy, pull up in my Mercedes

Knockin' down the ladies from Pasadena to Katy

Most of them dudes hate me 'cause I sweet talk they lady

But don't bring her around me if your game ain't all gravy

No time for games, my mind on stackin' change

Tryna flip this paper and turn this Chevy to a Range

Screens fall like rain as I maneuver the grain

I pull up three screens, four twelves, and five swings

Cadillac convert while my trunk do the jerk

And the speakers in the back are drummin' like Neil Peart

Haters on high alert, three ounces in the Squirt

Perc tens 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 swingers all up under the skirt

First place at the car show in the back gettin' slurped

I step on the dirt and stop traffic like a school bus

All eyes on me, I'm fly as a flock of ducks

Chasin' these big bucks, haters can suck nuts

They flaky as pie crust and sensitive as a I-touch

Put that on the hood, the corner and on the block

TV Johnny put thirty-five carats up on the watch

One hunnid till my heart stops runnin' this paper chase

Draped in expensive taste, my music is slow pace

Prada is on the face, partner that's shades

And if it ain't '84s and Vogues then it's blades

Crisp new Levis, grindin' since I was knee high

Need I say more, for sure you know we fly

Jordans on the toes when you see Paul Wall

Shopping spree at SL2, across from the mall

Mane, I'm so fly no connection, no jet lag

Carve eight carat stones, I break 'em off bad

I'm a hustler, chasin' meal tickets on a daily basis

I gotta get it, I'm chasin' them big faces

I'm puttin' 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 De Beer

I holler at TV Johnny, he the man 'round here

Partner, I got my mind on dollar signs and signin' checks

I'm thinkin' snow cones on ear, mouth, wrist and neck

I got the game in check, my wrist game's correct

The diamond watch so shiny, call it time to reflect

I gotta call these shots, partner, I came to wreck

And if you owe me, lil' homie, it's time to collect

I'm strapped up like a baby in the car seat

All work all day, all night and all week

No sleep, a hustler up on the creep

Gettin' my cash up, bread stacked extra steep, baby

Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?

And if you got a problem with me gettin' my paper

Then hit me on my website at www dot kiss my ass dot com

You know what I'm sayin'?

We in here, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?

Sweat shop, I see you, baby

PF James, what up?

My partner, Skinhead Rob, rollin' it up

We 'bout to get toe up

T Barker, I see you, baby, already