Po Up Poet - Paul Wall

Please point me to the money

They call me the Po Up Poet

Please point me to the money

If it ain’t muddy don’t po' it

The call me the Po Up Poet

Just made a ticket time to blow it

I’m getting blowed off that Fillmore

Straight out the Bay I got that real smoke

I got a connect that’s somebody you don’t know

Big Moe got me moving real slow

I got the Snoop Dogg rolled up

They better bury me with a cold cup

I got the Screw Juice on deck

If it ain’t purple partner hold up

Please point me to the money

They call me the Po Up Poet

Please point me to the money

They call me Mr. Muddy

Don’t call me with no fuck shit

Unless you’re trying to come and fuck me

But fuck that hatin'

Where the weed at

My work uniform is all black

I’m getting money so my haters back

I got that Texas T on tap

They tappin' phones better talking cold

Cold red homie slow yo' row

So I’m rollin' now zonin' bro

Slowly leanin' trying to cure my cold

Please point me to the money

They call me the Po Up Poet

Please point me to the money