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[Intro: Paul Wall & Pitbull]

Bitch, we going down

Paul Wall, the people's champ

Out in Stores

That's that little chico Pitbull

It's the bottom mate

Between what they talk right

DJ Ideal!

DJ Ideal, what they do

[Chorus: Pitbull]

I'm running laps on these boys

I don't even gotta pull gats on these boys

These boys like 7-Eleven

They don't mean crap to this boy

24/7, my money stack on these boys

I'm coming from the bottom

Harold-smacking these boys

I'm running laps on these boys

I don't even gotta pull gats on these boys

These boys like 7-Eleven

They don't mean crap to this boy

24/7, my money stack on these boys

I'm coming from the bottom

Harold-smacking these boys

[Verse 1: Pitbull]

Growing up I had my fair share of family problems

Now I'm grown, touch my family if you want a problem

I'm a die hard fan of, making money

Now my money makes me money, now I'm making money

Everyday I thank god that I'm making money

Is your friend a foe, will you ride or rode

This is the life I chose, no longer selling oz

El Mariel, with God's help boy, it will blow (Woo)

I've attained, the unattainable

Done, the unimaginable

It's unbelievable like B.I.G when he died as a passenger

I think B.I.G ride with God as a passenger

Keep hating while I'm passing ya

[Chorus: Pitbull]

I'm running laps on these boys

I don't even gotta pull gats on these boys

These boys like 7-Eleven

They don't mean crap to this boy

24/7, my money stack on these boys

I'm coming from the bottom

Harold-smacking these boys

I'm running laps on these boys

I don't even gotta pull gats on these boys

These boys like 7-Eleven

They don't mean crap to this boy

24/7, my money stack on these boys

I'm coming from the bottom

Harold-smacking these boys

[Verse 2: Paull Wall]

It's Paul Wall from the Swisha House beat

I've only been grinding and hustling, since I was six

Remember back in the days, I used to drink tabs

Now I buying at the bar, baby put it on my tab

I'm a national prospect, like my boy Brandy Washington

I'm sipping on that bar, so you never see me coughing

I've never had a cavity, you know I stay flossing

And Imma keep hustling 'til they put me in the coffin

I got some good advice from box and papa Joe

If I swallow all my pride then my bliss is to blow

I shoot a kite to my dawg Roger

Locked up in the form, he doing 45

Hey, got him tatted on my arm (The bottom bitch)

Catch me at the sky bar, posted low key

Reminiscing 'bout the old school with my OG's

If you waiting for me to fly, the JTRL

I can buy my sound skins, so you know Imma sell

I got an album called the People's Champ, In stores now

I got them diamonds in my mouth, baby bling bling bow

It's Paul Wall baby, representing Swisha House

Y'all already know, and umm, yeah, it's going down

[Chorus: Pitbull]

I'm running laps on these boys

I don't even gotta pull gats on these boys

These boys like 7-Eleven

They don't mean crap to this boy

24/7, my money stack on these boys

I'm coming from the bottom

Harold-smacking these boys

I'm running laps on these boys

I don't even gotta pull gats on these boys

These boys like 7-Eleven

They don't mean crap to this boy

24/7, my money stack on these boys

I'm coming from the bottom

Harold-smacking these boys

[Outro: Paul Wall]

Hey, if you trying to get a grill in your mouth

Fuck with this TV jewelry

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832-661-5664, baby

Where they do all that custom jewelry

Top quality diamonds

You know what I'm talking bout

I let my boy TV done it

Paul Wall, the people's champ baby, yeah