Love It - Slim Thug, Chamillionaire, Paul Wall

I’m hard to hate but I’m easy to love mayne.

Huh, Thugga

Ya’ll know how I do

Huh, it’s over, huh

Huh, I’m stuntin' pullin' out the foreign

All them boppers love it

We can fuck around

We just can’t fuck around in public

Let me switch the subject

I’m shinin' on Westheimer

At the Gallo tryin' to pick out which chick is finer

I wear designer

Talk down I find ya'

It’s Thugga mothafucka, in case I need to remind ya'

Let me go and wreck, so I can go and bring the techs back

Wake up in the mornin' and I’m headin' where them chicks at

Grindin'

That’s why you see so many diamonds

Shinin'

Like a light bulb I’m blindin'

Them boys, watch me make them put away they toys

Trunk making noise

Haters better avoid Thugga (Thugga)

Shout out

To any body that’s getting money

Period

When it comes to hustles

Best believe I got a

My footwear is so tight

Of exotic material

One of the persons to sip' drank

It was a miracle

Watch that drank got me irritable

When the haters hate it just expose who’s been inferior

I don’t know what you smokin'

But I swear my shit superior

When I flash my wrist

The passersby go hysterical

And when I work that wheel and pop my trunk

It is historical

And when her ass get fake

I give a fuck that is rhetorical

Switch up cars like audible

My changing cars are assort-able

My slab come with an arsenal

But my grill is not affordable

Hold up (Hold up)

(Here lizard lizard lizard)

Real recognize real, you can tell

Thugga just hit me on the cell

If you can sell water to a women with a water hose

And I can sell cameras to a jail

Plenty ice is sittin' on my chest

I should bake a cake, might as well

Take the money

Then you put the money on the money counter

Put the money counter on scale

If time is money then I need it on the dot

Time is money then I’m always on the clock

Got a 40 caliber for the plot

150 thousand on my parkin' spot

Not the type of rapper that bargain shop

Before you realize it I’d barged your shop

Ridin' in car with a revolver top

Ironically the weapon got revolver shots

The platinum rapper that’s standing here

The only that can confer

Got some plex, then don’t say my name

Like Candy Man and watch him appear

Grab a deal, candy clear

Candy clearer than a chandelier

I compare myself to the best

So I should probably go grab a mirror

Like Sammy Sosa, do certain pitchers

I’ll probably hit, so keep secure your mistress

I prefer to keep girl suspicious

Dig a hole it’s feed first for snitches

Known for fittin' certain inches

Candy coat it then swervin' digits

Gettin' paid, so I got it made

Get’s paid too much to touch dirty dishes

Strippers flock’s in me in the club

Talkin' like they wanna learn the bidness

Thinkin' I should go buy a gym

Make 'em work for me

And call it «Twerk For Fitness»

Diamonds shinin in 3rd dimensions

Bosses life like we had earnt the riches

She sipping' the syrup, when you look at my shirt

You can see where your girl left purple kisses

Haha