[Chamillionaire Insert From "In Love With My Money"]   Big Swangaz and Vouges   Them 20 inches sittin low   We Ball 24's 7's all that we know   Screens and neon lights gon show   When my trunk unlock pop and show   Ya already know   Paint drippin off the door   Not engaged with no lady, fall in love with 'em no!   You may think I'm crazy never knew this type of love before   I'm love with my foreign, yes I'm married to my dough...   I'm in love with my money      [Chamillionaire - Talking]   Yeah man, me and Paul just goin' 2 different direction man   Know what I'm sayin', he decided to go back to the Swishahouse   And I decided not to ya know what I'm sayin'?   I'm just tryin' to do my thing right now   And hopefully we'll turn this into a major label debut   when "Controversy" sells ya feel me?   But uh, uh we both are with Paid In Full   I'm not on Paid In Full Records no more, no longer on contract   I'm doin' my own thing, Chamillitary Entertainment   and ya already know in this man   A lil somethin' for the fans   I'ma let you hear the first song we did off of "Get Ya Mind Correct"   Ya ain't know I had this did ya?   --A lil somethin' for the fans   I'ma let y'all hear the first song we actually did on "Get Ya Mind Correct"   It's called "Weatherman", y'all ain't know I still had this did y'all-haha      [Chorus - Paul Wall]   I'm the weatherman ain't nobody stoppin' my reign   Alot of watered down rappers still hot cuz I came   I'ma forest fire ain't nobody stoppin' my flame   Can't nobody stop me from stockin' my change   [repeat]      [Paul Wall]   I'm the weatherman ain't nobody stoppin' my reign   On top of my game, decapitate the top show and bang   They knockin' my fame and biz' cuz of rocks in my watch   If you was smart you'd watch the golds that's on top of my crotch   The rocks in my watch, is more then a Rocky Sandlot   You jealous cuz you bought diamonds from diamond shamrock   Look, all recruiters should be checkin' my stats   I cross competition over shake em' dead in they tracks   I pack an axe by my way, bodyguard by my biscuit   Make money, lose money never afraid to risk it   I don't get writers block, I block other writers   Spittin' fire like if I had a mouth full of lighters   I'm countin' so much money that I caught a hand-cramp   I date models you date girls that went to band camp   I'ma hurricane, you just a gust of wind   I'm on fire, you just ashes and dust my friend      [Chamillionaire]   Uh, it's just the lil bad weatherman, raindrops drop on ya pours   They sick of them boys, pullin' up in ridiculous cars   Ain't no ones, sicker then are's the wizard of oz   Couldn't give you a bigger brain and make you rich as them boys   Young Koopa the weatherman, he lelay his weatherband   With drank in a metal can, wanna stop him get a better plan   That one you got, that ain't really workin' pat'na   Ya shirt is prada, how come ya flow ain't worth a dollar, holla   Chamillion's insane niggaz gonna complain   Can't explain why ya girl wanna give me brain and run a train   Niggaz runnin' in shame, tellin' them to run in train   The Lizard stepped in the game and started runnin' thangs   If ya can't sleep anymore while the raindrops pour   And you look our your window and hear footsteps on the floor   If you saw a crooked smile and a glistenin' jaw   Don't open the door fa' sure time for bad weather y'all, let it reign      [Paul Wall]   Bad weather's ruin about, if you travel my route   It's time to flood the market, cuz there's been a drought   Review the resume, my team is undefeatable   You fabricate ya life with stories unbelievable   I'ma ballin' star, you a fallin' star   All used up like no minutes on a callin' card   I'm the bank you ain't nothin' but a dollar or two   You just sand on a beach, and I'm the wave that swallows you   Nobody follows you, your like bad directions   Ya life needs an eraser, there's to many corrections   Ever since I was born, I've been far from the norm   I'm the one that kept ya girl warm when you was gone   Now you and ya born needin' ya palm   Watchin' thorn or outside a dorm, humpin' ya horn ya heart torn   You get warned down the scarecrow and a crop full of corn   Grab an umbrella cuz them boys bringin' the storm      [Chamillionaire Shouts-Out to DJ's]