[Chorus: Chamillionaire]
It's like oh
Oo, I'm in the wind
Man, it feels good to finally have some M's
Like oh, oo I'm in the wind
Let the top down in my droptop Benz
[Verse 1: Lil' O]
I've been down for so long, thinkin bout the times the gang did all wrong
To heartache and pain, I'm so strong
The struggle made me a man, how can I go wrong?
With a heart like this, and a grind like this
So many haters didn't want to see me shine like this
But I took chances for my bread, I did time for this
I deserve every diamond that aline my wrist
So when you see me out flippin, and I'm lookin fantastic
Top flippin in my trunk, like it's doing gymnastics
Playa had to grind for his cash and his plastic
Try to take it if you want, I got that thang, Imma blast it
Got the system going knocknock, lookin like a top notch
Playa from the south, from the chain to the wristwatch
Stackin up that cheese, man, that boy is a stunner
You don't let your top down, middle finger, fuck ya
[Chorus: Chamillionaire]
It's like oh
Oo, I'm in the wind
Man, it feels good to finally have some M's
Like oh, oo I'm in the wind
Let the top down in my droptop Benz
[Verse 2: Chamillionaire]
It's like the more I make, the more I enjoy taking
Talking Malissa Ford, Lauren Lundon, Shania Lathen
Sitting in something, taking the chicks you niggas dating
You call it black on black, Imma call it coordinating
Hustlers acknowledge me, busters ain't tryna see
President treatment, that's me stepping in your sweet
It ain't no shoulda woulda, coulda, probably
You know that obviously, that'll never apply to me
Money so right, it gotta be
Whip full of chips, course it belong to me
You know with these rappers, they dieing tryna be me
One thing you never heard me saying is "I was asleep"
I been doing this heavy, since you wasn't ready
Making moves on the selly, got candy blue on my Chevy
Got your boo in the telly, bout to go through on her belly
I show up, and bet she get loose as a levy
[Chorus: Chamillionaire]
It's like oh
Oo, I'm in the wind
Man, it feels good to finally have some M's
Like oh, oo I'm in the wind
Let the top down in my droptop Benz
[Verse 3: Killa Kyleon]
A long way from worrys and stressin
Now I'm just running through paper, I call it counting my blessings
Which way is up like I'm bill, don't know no other directions
I'm GPSing them bills, ain't got no time for no resting
Wressling with money, yeah I'm stone cold
I rock them jewels like Dwayne, I'm all gold
My wallet like Pateesta, full of dead pollititions
Cause I'm an undertaker, grabbin shit, I'm glewed to these bitches when it comes to paper
I got that tripple m syndrome, my money mine
I know that make you haters sick, that's cool, my money fine
Grind by any means necessary when it come to mine
Money only, if it ain't bout it, nothing comes to mind
Blow that dro in the wind, I'm feeling C-Lo Green
Bout the bread, but not a bakery
Pull it off, never, I know you hope so low
'O couldn't have said it better, we ain't broke no more
[Chorus: Chamillionaire]
It's like oh
Oo, I'm in the wind
Man, it feels good to finally have some M's
Like oh, oo I'm in the wind
Let the top down in my droptop Benz
