[Chorus - Chamillionaire]   You can see it in my eyes   Always bout my G's   You can see it in my eyes   Always bout my G's   You can see it in my eyes   Always bout my G's   You can see it in my eyes   You can see it in my eyes      Money on the rise (always bout my G's)   Money on the rise (always bout my G's)   Money on the rise (always bout my G's)   You can see it my eyes      [Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]   They say I'm doing my thing boy is you awake or what   Ernest got the 450 looking like you can taste the truck   Forget working for people getting my power and paper up   Americas top model watch is that a pretty face or what   I make a vehicle and sell it like its e-bay   You know I get my money back like its a re-bay   I drop a mixtape and they party like its they b-day   They diss jockin so I'ma call 'em dj's   Know 4 killas then trust that I know 4reala   Stay on ya turf and in dirt like a 4 wheela   4reala now everybody's a gold digga   Beer face 4 the paper I get so BITTER!   Like fat pat when I rap they say "love it man"   Prince Hakeem paper shout out to the motherland   Fat stacks that you can't fit inside a rubberband   Big straps one I can't fit inside my other hand   Club for free like the bartenders   Boys talkin noise like you really gonna try to holla maaan   I gotta army that be on to you before you can   You tryin to stand behind a bush like a republican      [Chorus]      [Verse 2 - Chamillionaire]   You on the top they gonna hate ya (hate ya)   You on the bottom they goin break ya (break ya)   Thats why I'm always bout my paper   And it ain't no surprise that my money's on the rise   I know why you act like a faka (faka)   I know that hatin's in ya nature (nature)   Thats why I'm always bout my paper   And it ain't no surprise that my money's on the rise   At paid-n-full even swisha   He told me that I'm walkin with ya   Even told me that when I feel lonely I ain't the only 1 in the picture   Haters don't shoot to miss ya so wear the shoe if it fits ya   They load up the tool to get ya they throw it at you like plika, plika, plika   I know people don't understand me   They have some problems with homies then have some problems with family   But I don't ever fold it don't matter what car they hand me   Just when I thought evil had me I looked up and won a grammy   Maannn!      [Chorus]