Letras:
Paul Wall Charmillionaire Get Ya Mind Correct

[Paul Wall] They think I'm a drug deala, I'm dealin large Cause I'm playin with more diamonds, than a deck of cards My wrist light up the room like a

ya [Chamillionaire singing:] Don't be afraid baby let me know Do you want to get sexual [Paul Wall] Catch game I'm pitching to ya come up out of

's always on our miiiiiiiind (Chasin them dollar signs, you sayin you wanna shine? Then get up off of your behind and go Grind) Yeaaaaah [Paul Wall]

deep freeze off my neck this ice tray out my mouth, I'm thinkin about keepin my pockets fatter than mother loves big ass I'm thinking about, yea know what I'm talkin bout [Paul Wall

Money Get Jealous" We got tickets is what the tell us the bail bond mail us letters and tell us the police comin to get us, so "My Money Get Jealous

[Paul Wall] I'm not the type that likes to think about the times I was broke reminisce on how everybody thought my rhymes was a joke I played if fair

them fellaz that you're hangin around If It really went down would ya guerillaz be cryin Some of ya'll need to correct ya mind I know you lyin, you faulsifying