[Intro - Chamillionaire - talking]
Money, power and fame like - Denzel Washington, yeah
(Hey!, hey!, hey!)
[Female Voice]
(Chamillitary mayne)
[Chorus - Chamillionaire (Z-Ro) {Both}]
Don't try to knock the hustle 'cause ya just wastin ya time
I'm cooler than Denzel Washington with mine
I know I'm a playa, (I know I'm a playa)
{I know I'm a money makin playa, so playa}
(Don't try to knock the hustle 'cause ya just wastin ya time
I'm cooler than Denzel Washington with mine)
I know I'm a playa
(I know I'm a playa)
{I know I'm playa so you haters, you're just wastin ya time}
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
I keep the wallet with the wads, so I'm ridin with the noise
Plus the clip is fully loaded as the inside of my garage (cars)
Look at all my broads, if you tryin to see the stars
Find me and you gon' feel like you done found ya way to Mars
Keep the paper punctuated (hey!), yeah that's the new philosophy
A G I gotta be, on top of that like an apostrophe
Fame must of got to me (hey!), confidence is got to be
I autograph myself, write a check and make it out to me
Beggers can't be choosers (choosers), go and get a ruler
Chain extra long like Wilt Chamberlain's my jeweler (hey!)
Other known as Koopa, ain't nobody cooler
Brain is her thing then she'd love to be my tutor (hey!)
She lovin my cologne, huh, recognize the odor
Must've smelled money, Ben Franklin's what I told her (hey!)
Pistol I'm a tote a, big swangers on my Rota
So they talkin about my money in the city like promoters, hold up
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Z-Ro (Chamillionaire) {Both}]
I'm a thug, so my criminal record ain't clean
(The record ain't clean, clean)
That's why I'm paranoid around police
(Lookin out for the police)
I'm a superstar but I'm still street
(You know we gonna keep it street, street)
I got the gun under my seat, so don't agitate me
In the blink of an e-y-e, you will become a memory, mayne
I will never have my gun on safety
'Cause I've been feelin the strangest feeling lately
(Chasin money, you know them haters hate it)
The 300 is cool but I want Mercedes
It ain't nothin fraudulent about me
Five Deuce Hoover C-R-I-P
(And can't no woman get no money out of me)
Unless it's Grandma, Dottie or Auntie
I still represent S.U.C.
(And I'm a hold it down for Chamillitary)
When I meet up with 2Pac and Pimp C
{And when I'm gone they gon' still remember me}
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Chamillionaire]
If you knew what I knew then you would know what's in my bank account
And you would know why those that talk too much and me ain't hangin out
Rats be runnin in traps and I ain't hangin around with Danger Mouse
Walkin into Forbes, could of swore I heard my name announced
Ain't talkin about no dough but wonderin why I'm so rude to you
I only talk that (dollar), talk that (digit), talk that (numeral)
Chill with all the gossipin, it's business as usual
Ben Franklin passed away and I was present at the funeral
You breakin in my house? Dog I hope that what you ain't about
I keep a Mike Vick, so I hope you good at breakin out
Breakin in my vault? Naw, I hope this heater make you doubt
I got the right to think that I'm the best because I paid the cost
[Chorus]
Day Dream lyrics - Chamillionaire
[Intro - Chamillionaire - talking]
Time [alarm ringing]
I dream to have (C.R.E.A.M.)
They tell me (Cash Rules Everything) (thing)
First I'm a get a scheme, then I'm get some green
'Cause nothin comes to a dreamer but a dream
[Chorus - Sample from "Daydream in Blue" by I Monster (Chamillionaire)]
Day dream (day dream)
I fell asleep amid the flowers (I had the money and the power)
For a couple of hours (for a couple of hours)
On a beautiful day (and didn't wanna OA)
Day dream (day dream)
I dream of you amid the flowers (I had the money and the power)
For a couple of hours (for a couple of hours)
Such a beautiful day (and didn't wanna OA)
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Hold up, put in your offer in, the mixtape God's stoppin in
Bootleggers used to be beggars, now they nonprofitin
Sold a million mixtapes to every Mom and Pop and then
I sold (A Milli) to every single Mom and Pop again (woo!)
They askin why he never bring the hardtop with him
They sayin that "money talks", then why are y'all talkin then?
Got the six car garage where my cars park and then
I'm switchin 'em all around, I call it cross-marketing
'Cause a label didn't do it, so I did it on my own
You say you should be yourself, your label tell you that ya wrong
Should of known (known), I'm takin another trip to the 'Tone
'Cause they loved you in the past and they still loved you when ya grown
Blown, look at my cover, can't even hide (why?)
Not even with the word "Gucci" coverin my eyes
Tellin lies (lies), they told you that Texas would never rise
Then it rised but now they just ready for it's demise (but surprise)
[Chorus]
Time [alarm ringing]
I dream to have (C.R.E.A.M.)
They tell me (Cash Rules Everything) (thing)
First I'm a get a scheme, then I'm get some green
'Cause nothin comes to a dreamer but a dream
[Chorus - Sample from "Daydream in Blue" by I Monster (Chamillionaire)]
Day dream (day dream)
I fell asleep amid the flowers (I had the money and the power)
For a couple of hours (for a couple of hours)
On a beautiful day (and didn't wanna OA)
Day dream (day dream)
I dream of you amid the flowers (I had the money and the power)
For a couple of hours (for a couple of hours)
Such a beautiful day (and didn't wanna OA)
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Hold up, put in your offer in, the mixtape God's stoppin in
Bootleggers used to be beggars, now they nonprofitin
Sold a million mixtapes to every Mom and Pop and then
I sold (A Milli) to every single Mom and Pop again (woo!)
They askin why he never bring the hardtop with him
They sayin that "money talks", then why are y'all talkin then?
Got the six car garage where my cars park and then
I'm switchin 'em all around, I call it cross-marketing
'Cause a label didn't do it, so I did it on my own
You say you should be yourself, your label tell you that ya wrong
Should of known (known), I'm takin another trip to the 'Tone
'Cause they loved you in the past and they still loved you when ya grown
Blown, look at my cover, can't even hide (why?)
Not even with the word "Gucci" coverin my eyes
Tellin lies (lies), they told you that Texas would never rise
Then it rised but now they just ready for it's demise (but surprise)
[Chorus]
Gucci & Fendi lyrics - Chamillionaire
[Chorus - Sample from "Hate Me Now" by Nas - 2X]
Gucci this, Fendi that
Gucci this, Fendi that
Gucci this, Fendi that
Fendi this, Fendi that
[Break - Sample from "Hate Me Now" by Nas - 2X]
(Fuck) this, (fuck) that
(Fuck) this, (fuck) that
(Fuck) this, (fuck) that
What you expect ho?
[Chamillionaire - talking over Chorus and Break]
Uh
Yeah
Mixtape Messiah Part 7
You already know, Chamillionaire, yeah
Excuse me for the repetitiveness in the hook but ah
Had to get your attention somehow, haha
Hold up, hold up, hold up
Yeeeah (woo)
[Chorus - 2X]
[Break - 2X]
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Auto-Tune could die but how do we erase the copycats? (how?)
Whatever replacin that, I bet they all gonna copy that
I could spit it sick, so tell me why would I be mad?
I be killin everything, my sponsor is the body bag
Messiah 7, this the final chapter
If you want anymore (no), you can rewind it after (yeah)
Industry nuthuggers actin like he ain't a factor
Well Bruce Leroy, we 'bout to show 'em "who's the master" (yeah)
They say you can't be gangsta if you're not in black
Rappers say they gangsta like that mean that they can not be whack
So I look around, realize I only got my strap
And just for the hell of it, I'm yellin "where my posse at?"
Nah, I don't have no homies homie, that's because
You could be my dog 'til you touch my money with ya paws
Grindin is like sex to me, work is like the best massage
Call my wallet Nikki, every day I'm tryin to get m©naged
Hey don't be mad, lighten up, like C. DeBarge
use my money for a step and I'm a have a seat on Mars
I drive by ya silly blogs
Mirrors on my cars, so all my haters can see they flaws
The past they want me to be a retro
But I'm so George Jetson, that the future what you get bro
Materialisticness is what they all respect though
So Esco can let the hook go (what you expect ho?)
[Chorus - 2X]
[Break - 2X]
[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire]
Yeah, yeah
Man I'm livin large (large), welcome to my fortress
Crib pale white, I call it the Scott Storch-ress
Maid talkin trash to me Like Weezy and George's
Ain't really that good at cleaning but she do it lookin gorgeous (woo!)
Ya got me lacin up my Forces
So van Gogh, it's time to paint a better portrait
Of course it's, time for my course to change courses
No Tony Danza, I got to show 'em "Who The Boss" is
Ya girl droolin on her Hewlett-Packard
can't get me out her system, got me feelin like I'm a hacker
Rapper but my competition is just Casper
Ain't gotta flash the funds to turn ya freak into a flasher
Brain incredible ain't talkin where her weave is
Which one of y'all can get the "Royal penis the cleanest"?
If you don't get it, I'm tellin ya what I mean is
That you're smart and I'm tryin to be ingenious (haha)
How could I not enjoy my life?
Ain't a private plane on the planet, I ain't saw more than twice
The reason why they hit the mall or order ice
But it's more to life (life) and I know I'm more than right
Ya taught that money talks, they tell ya that ya one dimension
-al but all I know is that we need an intervention
So Gucci this and Fendi that is what I gotta mention
So now that I got your attention (what you expect ho?), haha
[Chorus - 2X]
[Break - 2X]
[Chamillionaire - talking over Chorus]
I talk that money talk
Yeah, yeah, so you know who the boss
[Outro - Chamillionaire - talking]
Mixtape Messiah Part 7, the final chapter
Chamillionaire.com, huh
I once had an awkward moment just to see what it felt like, haha
Gucci this, Fendi that
Gucci this, Fendi that
Gucci this, Fendi that
Fendi this, Fendi that
[Break - Sample from "Hate Me Now" by Nas - 2X]
(Fuck) this, (fuck) that
(Fuck) this, (fuck) that
(Fuck) this, (fuck) that
What you expect ho?
[Chamillionaire - talking over Chorus and Break]
Uh
Yeah
Mixtape Messiah Part 7
You already know, Chamillionaire, yeah
Excuse me for the repetitiveness in the hook but ah
Had to get your attention somehow, haha
Hold up, hold up, hold up
Yeeeah (woo)
[Chorus - 2X]
[Break - 2X]
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Auto-Tune could die but how do we erase the copycats? (how?)
Whatever replacin that, I bet they all gonna copy that
I could spit it sick, so tell me why would I be mad?
I be killin everything, my sponsor is the body bag
Messiah 7, this the final chapter
If you want anymore (no), you can rewind it after (yeah)
Industry nuthuggers actin like he ain't a factor
Well Bruce Leroy, we 'bout to show 'em "who's the master" (yeah)
They say you can't be gangsta if you're not in black
Rappers say they gangsta like that mean that they can not be whack
So I look around, realize I only got my strap
And just for the hell of it, I'm yellin "where my posse at?"
Nah, I don't have no homies homie, that's because
You could be my dog 'til you touch my money with ya paws
Grindin is like sex to me, work is like the best massage
Call my wallet Nikki, every day I'm tryin to get m©naged
Hey don't be mad, lighten up, like C. DeBarge
use my money for a step and I'm a have a seat on Mars
I drive by ya silly blogs
Mirrors on my cars, so all my haters can see they flaws
The past they want me to be a retro
But I'm so George Jetson, that the future what you get bro
Materialisticness is what they all respect though
So Esco can let the hook go (what you expect ho?)
[Chorus - 2X]
[Break - 2X]
[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire]
Yeah, yeah
Man I'm livin large (large), welcome to my fortress
Crib pale white, I call it the Scott Storch-ress
Maid talkin trash to me Like Weezy and George's
Ain't really that good at cleaning but she do it lookin gorgeous (woo!)
Ya got me lacin up my Forces
So van Gogh, it's time to paint a better portrait
Of course it's, time for my course to change courses
No Tony Danza, I got to show 'em "Who The Boss" is
Ya girl droolin on her Hewlett-Packard
can't get me out her system, got me feelin like I'm a hacker
Rapper but my competition is just Casper
Ain't gotta flash the funds to turn ya freak into a flasher
Brain incredible ain't talkin where her weave is
Which one of y'all can get the "Royal penis the cleanest"?
If you don't get it, I'm tellin ya what I mean is
That you're smart and I'm tryin to be ingenious (haha)
How could I not enjoy my life?
Ain't a private plane on the planet, I ain't saw more than twice
The reason why they hit the mall or order ice
But it's more to life (life) and I know I'm more than right
Ya taught that money talks, they tell ya that ya one dimension
-al but all I know is that we need an intervention
So Gucci this and Fendi that is what I gotta mention
So now that I got your attention (what you expect ho?), haha
[Chorus - 2X]
[Break - 2X]
[Chamillionaire - talking over Chorus]
I talk that money talk
Yeah, yeah, so you know who the boss
[Outro - Chamillionaire - talking]
Mixtape Messiah Part 7, the final chapter
Chamillionaire.com, huh
I once had an awkward moment just to see what it felt like, haha
Playa Status lyrics - Chamillionaire
[Intro - Chamillionaire - talking]
You know what it is
No way, no way, aye
Chamillitary mayne
Yeah, hold up
No way, no way, aye
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Hey, everytime I poke her, it's just like we playin poker (woo!)
Lipstick smeared and I got her smilin harder than The Joker (yeah)
Ever get caught with a chick with a chick who like "it's over" (what?)
And get the worst excuse to work like "I don't even know her"
Tell me where your mattress at 'cause I'm about to flip that like Mattress Mack
I'm gon' light that mattress up then I make you pay me back for that
Pockets like a Cabbage Patch, she ready to vegetate
She chasin LeBron and Wade, so her status can elevate
I never would hesitate, if that heffa had better brakes
Be ready to tell a date that her cycle was hella late
Get left 'cause you're never straight, forever, forever fake
Click over, put her on hold forever and let her wait
I'm never for any games, not ownin a Xbox
I let her get out the ride and watch her and my ex box
Next stop, next block, her house like a rest stop
She work me, I'm like a trucker in need of some rest, stop, chill out
[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
No way, no way, no waaayyy
No way, no way, I don't think that you the baddest no mo', no mo', no moooo', umm
So stop beggin and don't blow up my phone, my phone, my phooonnne
My phone, my phone, it's too late, your playa status is gone, is gone, so gooonnne
Umm and you know I'm a keep it playa fo' sho'
[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire]
Yeah, uh, guess that I'm gifted, sex is terrific
I pull it out, you can bet she gon' kiss it
Gettin explicit, animalistic
Bet that your chick will become a statistic
Number's unlisted, fresher than this kid
Don't know who 'cause it's sure not you (who?)
Call when she miss it, she wanna get this, sometimes fast but it's mostly screw (screw)
No need to have any trees, slang D and she'll be OD'd
Hope she ain't got to go to work 'cause this week she gon' be on leave
I'll let you relieve your sleeve, your chick is like COD
Usually I go check my list and then 'X' 'em like Leo G
I don't know no Robin Givens, plus we can't get that involved
It ain't trickin if you got it (what?) but you won't get that at all
That's a "nah", had a broad, said she never had her prom
Disco/dis go in her upper lip, so she can say she had a ball
I'm pullin out the driveway, had to take off my shades, so my eyes can dilate
She told me that if I'm late, that she gonna kill me, I guess that I'm a die late
I show up when I wanna, gonna get in that tummy like I was a organ donor
Now later is gonna be Sooner like I was from Oklahoma
Never been a Simpson/simp son, so she can't play me like a Homer
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Chamillionaire]
First she actin hard to get, once she get got, she too attached
I snatched the receipt from underneath her seat and take her back
Know that I don't play it, so save it, like a kept coupon
While I hop back on the 24 inches my Coupe on
What the heck is you on? Live and "In Living Color"
Add another, man I'm gutter, want a problem? I could have one for ya
Bad to the mother, pass me the rubber, then your lover actin bad under covers
In HD, yeah the camera will dub her, rollin around 'til the camera gets smothered
Catch me terrorizin any club tonight that's not closed
(N Luv Wit My Money), I'm who created the motto (woo)
Me throwin my money in the chicks' hands that are not closed
Like goin to Roscoe's Chicken and Waffles to get nachos
You better go get some cheese from somebody that even care
You better salute at ease when you know that you see a playa
Like a spatula, when I'm in back of her
I flip that, tap, tap, she say "that's enough"
Like a magnet for chicks, I don't have to cuff
And when I'm done if she ever, ever ask for bucks
No way, no way, no waaayyy
You know what it is
No way, no way, aye
Chamillitary mayne
Yeah, hold up
No way, no way, aye
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Hey, everytime I poke her, it's just like we playin poker (woo!)
Lipstick smeared and I got her smilin harder than The Joker (yeah)
Ever get caught with a chick with a chick who like "it's over" (what?)
And get the worst excuse to work like "I don't even know her"
Tell me where your mattress at 'cause I'm about to flip that like Mattress Mack
I'm gon' light that mattress up then I make you pay me back for that
Pockets like a Cabbage Patch, she ready to vegetate
She chasin LeBron and Wade, so her status can elevate
I never would hesitate, if that heffa had better brakes
Be ready to tell a date that her cycle was hella late
Get left 'cause you're never straight, forever, forever fake
Click over, put her on hold forever and let her wait
I'm never for any games, not ownin a Xbox
I let her get out the ride and watch her and my ex box
Next stop, next block, her house like a rest stop
She work me, I'm like a trucker in need of some rest, stop, chill out
[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
No way, no way, no waaayyy
No way, no way, I don't think that you the baddest no mo', no mo', no moooo', umm
So stop beggin and don't blow up my phone, my phone, my phooonnne
My phone, my phone, it's too late, your playa status is gone, is gone, so gooonnne
Umm and you know I'm a keep it playa fo' sho'
[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire]
Yeah, uh, guess that I'm gifted, sex is terrific
I pull it out, you can bet she gon' kiss it
Gettin explicit, animalistic
Bet that your chick will become a statistic
Number's unlisted, fresher than this kid
Don't know who 'cause it's sure not you (who?)
Call when she miss it, she wanna get this, sometimes fast but it's mostly screw (screw)
No need to have any trees, slang D and she'll be OD'd
Hope she ain't got to go to work 'cause this week she gon' be on leave
I'll let you relieve your sleeve, your chick is like COD
Usually I go check my list and then 'X' 'em like Leo G
I don't know no Robin Givens, plus we can't get that involved
It ain't trickin if you got it (what?) but you won't get that at all
That's a "nah", had a broad, said she never had her prom
Disco/dis go in her upper lip, so she can say she had a ball
I'm pullin out the driveway, had to take off my shades, so my eyes can dilate
She told me that if I'm late, that she gonna kill me, I guess that I'm a die late
I show up when I wanna, gonna get in that tummy like I was a organ donor
Now later is gonna be Sooner like I was from Oklahoma
Never been a Simpson/simp son, so she can't play me like a Homer
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Chamillionaire]
First she actin hard to get, once she get got, she too attached
I snatched the receipt from underneath her seat and take her back
Know that I don't play it, so save it, like a kept coupon
While I hop back on the 24 inches my Coupe on
What the heck is you on? Live and "In Living Color"
Add another, man I'm gutter, want a problem? I could have one for ya
Bad to the mother, pass me the rubber, then your lover actin bad under covers
In HD, yeah the camera will dub her, rollin around 'til the camera gets smothered
Catch me terrorizin any club tonight that's not closed
(N Luv Wit My Money), I'm who created the motto (woo)
Me throwin my money in the chicks' hands that are not closed
Like goin to Roscoe's Chicken and Waffles to get nachos
You better go get some cheese from somebody that even care
You better salute at ease when you know that you see a playa
Like a spatula, when I'm in back of her
I flip that, tap, tap, she say "that's enough"
Like a magnet for chicks, I don't have to cuff
And when I'm done if she ever, ever ask for bucks
No way, no way, no waaayyy
This Morning lyrics - Chamillionaire
[Chorus - Chamillionaire {Chopped and Screwed Voice}]
Every morning, I woke up (up)
Thinkin 'bout money and guess what? (what?)
If that's what I wanted, then ya already know
I'd hop off in my drop and get dough (get dough, let's go)
This morning
{I cut the mic on before Mike Jones
I had a bad flow before Magno}
I'm thinkin 'bout money
This morning
{I cut the mic on before Mike Jones
I had a bad flow before Magno}
I'm thinkin 'bout money
Well let's get it then
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Ye-yeah, ye-yeah
I cut the mic on before Mike Jones, I had a bad flow before Magno (yeah!)
Freestyle before Freestyle but would kill the verses with a pad though (yeah!)
Still remember when the other members of the Swishahouse didn't like me (me?)
Me and Paul up against the wall, until Ben Franklin come found me (woo!)
Paid in full before Paid In Full, I had a attitude, a young ragin bull
Still hungry, still got the munchies, wonder why I ain't gettin full
Even back in my middle school, I was killin y'all at Dominoes (HA!)
Who know that'd be trainin for big sixes and countin foooo's (woo!)
Tell me how I'm wrong (wrong)
When since day one I told you I get money on my own (my own)
Chameleon before the Chamillionaire was even known (known)
I spoke it into existence, guess I'm gifted with my songs (let's go)
Actually, it's blasphemy if you ever said that one tape whack (what?)
No more Mixtape Messiah, I wonder what could replace that? (what?)
Well I lay back in my Maybach, consider this one as payback
Chamillionaire talkin trash again, ha, don't you fakers just hate that?
Sure do, you really should, I'm still ballin, I'm still hoopin
Still tippin, I'm still flippin, I'm still foreign, I'm still coupin
Anybody along the way that tried to hate should feel stupid (woo!)
I ain't got no love and why? I accidentally killed Cupid [gunshot]
[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
Every morning, I woke up (up)
Thinkin 'bout money and guess what? (what?)
If that's what I wanted, then ya already know
I'd hop off in my drop and get dough (get dough, let's go)
This morning, I woke up
I'm thinkin 'bout money (ain't nothin change 'cause)
This morning, I woke up
I'm thinkin 'bout money
Well let's get it then
Every morning, I woke up (up)
Thinkin 'bout money and guess what? (what?)
If that's what I wanted, then ya already know
I'd hop off in my drop and get dough (get dough, let's go)
This morning
{I cut the mic on before Mike Jones
I had a bad flow before Magno}
I'm thinkin 'bout money
This morning
{I cut the mic on before Mike Jones
I had a bad flow before Magno}
I'm thinkin 'bout money
Well let's get it then
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Ye-yeah, ye-yeah
I cut the mic on before Mike Jones, I had a bad flow before Magno (yeah!)
Freestyle before Freestyle but would kill the verses with a pad though (yeah!)
Still remember when the other members of the Swishahouse didn't like me (me?)
Me and Paul up against the wall, until Ben Franklin come found me (woo!)
Paid in full before Paid In Full, I had a attitude, a young ragin bull
Still hungry, still got the munchies, wonder why I ain't gettin full
Even back in my middle school, I was killin y'all at Dominoes (HA!)
Who know that'd be trainin for big sixes and countin foooo's (woo!)
Tell me how I'm wrong (wrong)
When since day one I told you I get money on my own (my own)
Chameleon before the Chamillionaire was even known (known)
I spoke it into existence, guess I'm gifted with my songs (let's go)
Actually, it's blasphemy if you ever said that one tape whack (what?)
No more Mixtape Messiah, I wonder what could replace that? (what?)
Well I lay back in my Maybach, consider this one as payback
Chamillionaire talkin trash again, ha, don't you fakers just hate that?
Sure do, you really should, I'm still ballin, I'm still hoopin
Still tippin, I'm still flippin, I'm still foreign, I'm still coupin
Anybody along the way that tried to hate should feel stupid (woo!)
I ain't got no love and why? I accidentally killed Cupid [gunshot]
[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
Every morning, I woke up (up)
Thinkin 'bout money and guess what? (what?)
If that's what I wanted, then ya already know
I'd hop off in my drop and get dough (get dough, let's go)
This morning, I woke up
I'm thinkin 'bout money (ain't nothin change 'cause)
This morning, I woke up
I'm thinkin 'bout money
Well let's get it then
Coming Down Candy lyrics - Chamillionaire
[Chorus - Bun B sample (Chamillionaire)]
Comin down candy, comin, comin down candy
I'm comin down candy
(I'm leanin on a switch)
I'm comin down candy, comin, comin down candy
I'm comin down candy
(I'm leanin on a switch)
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Hold up, I'm comin down candy (yeah), leanin on a switch (hold up)
I'm pullin up on vogues in my '84 Biarritz (hold up)
I'm slow, loud and bangin, swangin to the bricks (yeah)
My burner phone rangin, my celly got a chip (hold up)
I got the fiends beggin, tryin to get a fix (yeah)
They know I got that crack 'cause every mixtape is legit (hold up)
The police keep starin, they all up in my mix (yeah)
And underneath my seat I got a couple hollow tips (hold up)
Swangers twistin on that 'lac, got some chickens in the back
Where your Misses at? She missin 'cause she sittin on my lap
Swangers wouldn't fit but I know a way they will adapt
Ain't no trippin, if he trippin, then he fixin to get slapped
Popped up, truck wavin, catch me misbehavin
Not Kanye West but she tell me that I'm so (Amazing)
If he talkin down, I bet a black eye what I gave 'em
Then I rolled off on 'em with a set of 15's bangin
[Chorus - 2X]
Comin down candy, comin, comin down candy
I'm comin down candy
(I'm leanin on a switch)
I'm comin down candy, comin, comin down candy
I'm comin down candy
(I'm leanin on a switch)
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Hold up, I'm comin down candy (yeah), leanin on a switch (hold up)
I'm pullin up on vogues in my '84 Biarritz (hold up)
I'm slow, loud and bangin, swangin to the bricks (yeah)
My burner phone rangin, my celly got a chip (hold up)
I got the fiends beggin, tryin to get a fix (yeah)
They know I got that crack 'cause every mixtape is legit (hold up)
The police keep starin, they all up in my mix (yeah)
And underneath my seat I got a couple hollow tips (hold up)
Swangers twistin on that 'lac, got some chickens in the back
Where your Misses at? She missin 'cause she sittin on my lap
Swangers wouldn't fit but I know a way they will adapt
Ain't no trippin, if he trippin, then he fixin to get slapped
Popped up, truck wavin, catch me misbehavin
Not Kanye West but she tell me that I'm so (Amazing)
If he talkin down, I bet a black eye what I gave 'em
Then I rolled off on 'em with a set of 15's bangin
[Chorus - 2X]
Solo lyrics - Chamillionaire (feat. Crooked I)
[Intro - Chamillionaire - talking]
You know it's crazy right?
I've been out on the west coast
Kickin it, grindin
It's the same thing everywhere I go though
Know what I'm talkin 'bout?
Yeah!
Major Pain boy
[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
Man the streets just ain't the same, I stay on the low, low
'Cause y'all be messin up the game, don't keep it real no mo'
That's why I'm a keep that thang, everywhere I go whoa
I'm solo, solo, solo, solo
[Break - Chamillionaire - talking {Crooked I}]
Know what I'm talkin 'bout?
Took it to the west coast {Chamillionaire!}
Solo, solo (uh), solo {C.O.B. mix}, solo
The suits tried to hate on us {re-remix!}
Solo, solo (let's get it), solo {the LBC mix}, solo (ye-yeah)
[Verse 1 - Crooked I]
Now I lay me down to sleep, pray to God my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake, I just want my soul to creep
Do it like I did it in the Long Beach streets, when I'm upstairs with the ODB
(Shame on a Nigga) for tryin to run game on a nigga, lame nigga you won't be me
Won't be be Proof, won't be Pun, won't be Pimp, won't be 'Pac
Same nigga in the passenger seat askin you to pass the weed is a low key cop (yeah)
That's why I do my dirt by my lonely, out with the wind, my enemies don't know me
Even the ones pretendin to be a friend of me, my mama can feel your energy, homeboy your phony!
Tell me you love me, dap me and hug me, knife in the back, how triflin is that?
Then the shit get ugly, the '09 Muggsy, nice with a MAC, put a price on your hat (bap)
Came in the world all by myself, leave out the world all by myself
I remind myself to ask the most high, to protect my mind, my body, my health (please)
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire]
Yeah, yeah, ye-yeah
Why would I kick it? All y'all some snitches, y'all look suspicious, don't need your love (love)
Used to love me when I was broke, I got rich and now you're gonna heat me up?
You gon' beat me what? Come on Cletus, walk over your limp back
I am not the one to be pissed at, 'cause you gon' mess around and get pimp slapped (yeah)
Nothin worse than a beggin stripper, not dancin, sayin I better tip her
I ain't down with that beggin baby, get on your grind, 'cause I beg to differ
Naw I wasn't born with a silver spoon (spoon)
Snakes ain't welcome up in the room (room)
Bet ya I'm the one that make you change your tune
When I bomb up on ya like "tick, tick, tick, boom"
Super cool, don't be fooled by the haterism on overdose (dose)
Hombre negocio es en la casa, it's over folks (folks)
Gettin money from coast to coast and that's the reason I hold the most
Better not be in my rear view, 'cause I will shoot when I'm on the spokes
It ain't fair for you, get a parachute, I'll embarrass you if you don't leap
Don't matter if I roll deep, you be "Super Dave" and you gon' leak
Run up on me actin like ya hungry, I turn the heat to a cold feast
You gonna feel like you obese when I make ya swallow my whole piece
[gunshot]
You know it's crazy right?
I've been out on the west coast
Kickin it, grindin
It's the same thing everywhere I go though
Know what I'm talkin 'bout?
Yeah!
Major Pain boy
[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
Man the streets just ain't the same, I stay on the low, low
'Cause y'all be messin up the game, don't keep it real no mo'
That's why I'm a keep that thang, everywhere I go whoa
I'm solo, solo, solo, solo
[Break - Chamillionaire - talking {Crooked I}]
Know what I'm talkin 'bout?
Took it to the west coast {Chamillionaire!}
Solo, solo (uh), solo {C.O.B. mix}, solo
The suits tried to hate on us {re-remix!}
Solo, solo (let's get it), solo {the LBC mix}, solo (ye-yeah)
[Verse 1 - Crooked I]
Now I lay me down to sleep, pray to God my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake, I just want my soul to creep
Do it like I did it in the Long Beach streets, when I'm upstairs with the ODB
(Shame on a Nigga) for tryin to run game on a nigga, lame nigga you won't be me
Won't be be Proof, won't be Pun, won't be Pimp, won't be 'Pac
Same nigga in the passenger seat askin you to pass the weed is a low key cop (yeah)
That's why I do my dirt by my lonely, out with the wind, my enemies don't know me
Even the ones pretendin to be a friend of me, my mama can feel your energy, homeboy your phony!
Tell me you love me, dap me and hug me, knife in the back, how triflin is that?
Then the shit get ugly, the '09 Muggsy, nice with a MAC, put a price on your hat (bap)
Came in the world all by myself, leave out the world all by myself
I remind myself to ask the most high, to protect my mind, my body, my health (please)
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire]
Yeah, yeah, ye-yeah
Why would I kick it? All y'all some snitches, y'all look suspicious, don't need your love (love)
Used to love me when I was broke, I got rich and now you're gonna heat me up?
You gon' beat me what? Come on Cletus, walk over your limp back
I am not the one to be pissed at, 'cause you gon' mess around and get pimp slapped (yeah)
Nothin worse than a beggin stripper, not dancin, sayin I better tip her
I ain't down with that beggin baby, get on your grind, 'cause I beg to differ
Naw I wasn't born with a silver spoon (spoon)
Snakes ain't welcome up in the room (room)
Bet ya I'm the one that make you change your tune
When I bomb up on ya like "tick, tick, tick, boom"
Super cool, don't be fooled by the haterism on overdose (dose)
Hombre negocio es en la casa, it's over folks (folks)
Gettin money from coast to coast and that's the reason I hold the most
Better not be in my rear view, 'cause I will shoot when I'm on the spokes
It ain't fair for you, get a parachute, I'll embarrass you if you don't leap
Don't matter if I roll deep, you be "Super Dave" and you gon' leak
Run up on me actin like ya hungry, I turn the heat to a cold feast
You gonna feel like you obese when I make ya swallow my whole piece
[gunshot]
Solo lyrics - Chamillionaire (feat. Crooked I)
[Intro - Chamillionaire - talking]
You know it's crazy right?
I've been out on the west coast
Kickin it, grindin
It's the same thing everywhere I go though
Know what I'm talkin 'bout?
Yeah!
Major Pain boy
[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
Man the streets just ain't the same, I stay on the low, low
'Cause y'all be messin up the game, don't keep it real no mo'
That's why I'm a keep that thang, everywhere I go whoa
I'm solo, solo, solo, solo
[Break - Chamillionaire - talking {Crooked I}]
Know what I'm talkin 'bout?
Took it to the west coast {Chamillionaire!}
Solo, solo (uh), solo {C.O.B. mix}, solo
The suits tried to hate on us {re-remix!}
Solo, solo (let's get it), solo {the LBC mix}, solo (ye-yeah)
[Verse 1 - Crooked I]
Now I lay me down to sleep, pray to God my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake, I just want my soul to creep
Do it like I did it in the Long Beach streets, when I'm upstairs with the ODB
(Shame on a Nigga) for tryin to run game on a nigga, lame nigga you won't be me
Won't be be Proof, won't be Pun, won't be Pimp, won't be 'Pac
Same nigga in the passenger seat askin you to pass the weed is a low key cop (yeah)
That's why I do my dirt by my lonely, out with the wind, my enemies don't know me
Even the ones pretendin to be a friend of me, my mama can feel your energy, homeboy your phony!
Tell me you love me, dap me and hug me, knife in the back, how triflin is that?
Then the shit get ugly, the '09 Muggsy, nice with a MAC, put a price on your hat (bap)
Came in the world all by myself, leave out the world all by myself
I remind myself to ask the most high, to protect my mind, my body, my health (please)
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire]
Yeah, yeah, ye-yeah
Why would I kick it? All y'all some snitches, y'all look suspicious, don't need your love (love)
Used to love me when I was broke, I got rich and now you're gonna heat me up?
You gon' beat me what? Come on Cletus, walk over your limp back
I am not the one to be pissed at, 'cause you gon' mess around and get pimp slapped (yeah)
Nothin worse than a beggin stripper, not dancin, sayin I better tip her
I ain't down with that beggin baby, get on your grind, 'cause I beg to differ
Naw I wasn't born with a silver spoon (spoon)
Snakes ain't welcome up in the room (room)
Bet ya I'm the one that make you change your tune
When I bomb up on ya like "tick, tick, tick, boom"
Super cool, don't be fooled by the haterism on overdose (dose)
Hombre negocio es en la casa, it's over folks (folks)
Gettin money from coast to coast and that's the reason I hold the most
Better not be in my rear view, 'cause I will shoot when I'm on the spokes
It ain't fair for you, get a parachute, I'll embarrass you if you don't leap
Don't matter if I roll deep, you be "Super Dave" and you gon' leak
Run up on me actin like ya hungry, I turn the heat to a cold feast
You gonna feel like you obese when I make ya swallow my whole piece
[gunshot]
You know it's crazy right?
I've been out on the west coast
Kickin it, grindin
It's the same thing everywhere I go though
Know what I'm talkin 'bout?
Yeah!
Major Pain boy
[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
Man the streets just ain't the same, I stay on the low, low
'Cause y'all be messin up the game, don't keep it real no mo'
That's why I'm a keep that thang, everywhere I go whoa
I'm solo, solo, solo, solo
[Break - Chamillionaire - talking {Crooked I}]
Know what I'm talkin 'bout?
Took it to the west coast {Chamillionaire!}
Solo, solo (uh), solo {C.O.B. mix}, solo
The suits tried to hate on us {re-remix!}
Solo, solo (let's get it), solo {the LBC mix}, solo (ye-yeah)
[Verse 1 - Crooked I]
Now I lay me down to sleep, pray to God my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake, I just want my soul to creep
Do it like I did it in the Long Beach streets, when I'm upstairs with the ODB
(Shame on a Nigga) for tryin to run game on a nigga, lame nigga you won't be me
Won't be be Proof, won't be Pun, won't be Pimp, won't be 'Pac
Same nigga in the passenger seat askin you to pass the weed is a low key cop (yeah)
That's why I do my dirt by my lonely, out with the wind, my enemies don't know me
Even the ones pretendin to be a friend of me, my mama can feel your energy, homeboy your phony!
Tell me you love me, dap me and hug me, knife in the back, how triflin is that?
Then the shit get ugly, the '09 Muggsy, nice with a MAC, put a price on your hat (bap)
Came in the world all by myself, leave out the world all by myself
I remind myself to ask the most high, to protect my mind, my body, my health (please)
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire]
Yeah, yeah, ye-yeah
Why would I kick it? All y'all some snitches, y'all look suspicious, don't need your love (love)
Used to love me when I was broke, I got rich and now you're gonna heat me up?
You gon' beat me what? Come on Cletus, walk over your limp back
I am not the one to be pissed at, 'cause you gon' mess around and get pimp slapped (yeah)
Nothin worse than a beggin stripper, not dancin, sayin I better tip her
I ain't down with that beggin baby, get on your grind, 'cause I beg to differ
Naw I wasn't born with a silver spoon (spoon)
Snakes ain't welcome up in the room (room)
Bet ya I'm the one that make you change your tune
When I bomb up on ya like "tick, tick, tick, boom"
Super cool, don't be fooled by the haterism on overdose (dose)
Hombre negocio es en la casa, it's over folks (folks)
Gettin money from coast to coast and that's the reason I hold the most
Better not be in my rear view, 'cause I will shoot when I'm on the spokes
It ain't fair for you, get a parachute, I'll embarrass you if you don't leap
Don't matter if I roll deep, you be "Super Dave" and you gon' leak
Run up on me actin like ya hungry, I turn the heat to a cold feast
You gonna feel like you obese when I make ya swallow my whole piece
[gunshot]
The One lyrics - Chamillionaire
[Intro - Chamillionaire - talking and impersonating "The Godfather"]
Hard hit assassin
Some people call him Chamillionaire
Other people call him King Koopa
A very dangerous guy, you know?
He's been workin with me for ten years
Let me call him in
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Allow me to reintroduce myself, I am the one (one), that y'all try to copy (woo!)
I'm talkin disc, CD or like floppy
And I ain't standin next to y'all, so just crop me
Photoshop money, y'all can say that y'all top me (one)
Tell God I don't deserve this living (nah)
And tell Hugh Hef' I don't deserve his women
Got the Play Bunnies with the curls just swimmin
They say ask and you receive, so all the girls just give in (one)
Yeah, ya know the jealous ones envy
Glass is half full or the glass is half empty (fo' real?)
It doesn't matter 'cause you drunk, so don't tempt me
Your girl got a tattoo on her back that say "rent me" (one)
Outspend me and get to handcuffin
Stacks on deck but you know I'm a hand nothin
I give a pass just to hear ya man huffin
And puffin to his man like he done really did something (one)
Been killin the streets with all my product man
I drag mixtapes around in a body bag (woo)
(Ridin Dirty) and they knew it when they saw the tags
More ammunition in the trunk than the Saudis had (one)
Forget beef 'cause I proved that I'm the baddest
And y'all still question my USDA status (fo' real)
Y'all my children but I'm really embarrassed
But no Al Bundy with the money it's "Marriage" (one)
And you know who bootleggin me, you some rejects
Ducked the little blanks that you shootin like a reflex
I'm like The Hulk and I'm angered by your weak threats
I'm a oversized beast bustin out a V-neck (one)
I'm so creative and they created a art dealer
A artist that sells art for all of y'all figures
I don't discriminate with rappers, I'm a all killer
Godzilla, never, ever hurt by your artill-
ery (one) and I promise that I'm more than hype
Four of ten Texas rappers are my prototypes
If you gonna do it, then you got to do it more than right
That ain't no Hapoosa mayne, homie that's a motorcyc/psyche (one)
I'm on the flight, all my money's well spent (spent)
On Continental and a continent is where I went (went)
I hit the checking counter they be askin me for rent
I'm goin to hit ya chick and she won't ask me for a cent (one)
Told me that she bi and doesn't mean she bicoastal
Flow through, poke you, like a player supposed to
Runnin through your thoughts while you're sleepin like it's '02
H2 (yeah), O (yeah), you get wetter than a boat (woo, one)
Ever diss me then I'm the one that will promote you
Show you what it is 'til everybody know you
Hopeful, hope you don't ever get too vocal
'Cause I'm a just approach you when you do it and ch-choke you (one)
Hard hit assassin
Some people call him Chamillionaire
Other people call him King Koopa
A very dangerous guy, you know?
He's been workin with me for ten years
Let me call him in
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Allow me to reintroduce myself, I am the one (one), that y'all try to copy (woo!)
I'm talkin disc, CD or like floppy
And I ain't standin next to y'all, so just crop me
Photoshop money, y'all can say that y'all top me (one)
Tell God I don't deserve this living (nah)
And tell Hugh Hef' I don't deserve his women
Got the Play Bunnies with the curls just swimmin
They say ask and you receive, so all the girls just give in (one)
Yeah, ya know the jealous ones envy
Glass is half full or the glass is half empty (fo' real?)
It doesn't matter 'cause you drunk, so don't tempt me
Your girl got a tattoo on her back that say "rent me" (one)
Outspend me and get to handcuffin
Stacks on deck but you know I'm a hand nothin
I give a pass just to hear ya man huffin
And puffin to his man like he done really did something (one)
Been killin the streets with all my product man
I drag mixtapes around in a body bag (woo)
(Ridin Dirty) and they knew it when they saw the tags
More ammunition in the trunk than the Saudis had (one)
Forget beef 'cause I proved that I'm the baddest
And y'all still question my USDA status (fo' real)
Y'all my children but I'm really embarrassed
But no Al Bundy with the money it's "Marriage" (one)
And you know who bootleggin me, you some rejects
Ducked the little blanks that you shootin like a reflex
I'm like The Hulk and I'm angered by your weak threats
I'm a oversized beast bustin out a V-neck (one)
I'm so creative and they created a art dealer
A artist that sells art for all of y'all figures
I don't discriminate with rappers, I'm a all killer
Godzilla, never, ever hurt by your artill-
ery (one) and I promise that I'm more than hype
Four of ten Texas rappers are my prototypes
If you gonna do it, then you got to do it more than right
That ain't no Hapoosa mayne, homie that's a motorcyc/psyche (one)
I'm on the flight, all my money's well spent (spent)
On Continental and a continent is where I went (went)
I hit the checking counter they be askin me for rent
I'm goin to hit ya chick and she won't ask me for a cent (one)
Told me that she bi and doesn't mean she bicoastal
Flow through, poke you, like a player supposed to
Runnin through your thoughts while you're sleepin like it's '02
H2 (yeah), O (yeah), you get wetter than a boat (woo, one)
Ever diss me then I'm the one that will promote you
Show you what it is 'til everybody know you
Hopeful, hope you don't ever get too vocal
'Cause I'm a just approach you when you do it and ch-choke you (one)
Still Hustlin lyrics - Chamillionaire
[Chorus]
I'm so tiiiired of this game but I don't wanna live life strugglin
(Life live strugglin), so I'm still hustlin (I'm still hustlin)
I'm so tiiiired of this game but I don't wanna live life strugglin
(Life live strugglin), so I'm still hustlin (I'm still hustlin)
[Verse]
Still hustlin, check it
And now I'm movin on to bigger chores, now it's plenty city tours
Used to ride the Civic, now I'm doin business in the Porsche
First I open up the booth, then I'm walkin in the doors
Everytime I'm in it, I be feelin like it's intercourse ('course)
Went in it raw and they scream soon as I came
And Koopa was the name that every woman would blame
But I am not the father 'cause me and you ain't the same (why?)
The whole rap game is impregnated with lames (lames)
Showin off your little chain, rappin like your Lil Wayne
Actin like ya really bang, thinkin you the illest thang (uh)
You ain't on your business man, mostly of y'all should feel ashamed
Why'd you trade your soul, if you can't get a bit of fame?
And they argue that I was once in that position
But they liars, I never had to beg for you to listen (woo)
Muslim or a Christian but they on another mission
'Cause people treat ya like God when you in my position (Amen)
Soon as ya get a Rover, it's like everybody for ya (yeah)
And givin out ya number, it's like everybody mobile
'Cause everybody's spiritual when they the ones below ya (woo)
And even Jigga got killers that's callin him Jehovah
I got a little hate for all the fakers I confess ('fess)
And that's the reason that I'm steady switchin my address
Our test (yes), is tried to get paid like Artest
And yes (yes), I happen to be the best, I guess, I'm just
[Chorus]
I'm so tiiiired of this game but I don't wanna live life strugglin
(Life live strugglin), so I'm still hustlin (I'm still hustlin)
I'm so tiiiired of this game but I don't wanna live life strugglin
(Life live strugglin), so I'm still hustlin (I'm still hustlin)
[Verse]
Still hustlin, check it
And now I'm movin on to bigger chores, now it's plenty city tours
Used to ride the Civic, now I'm doin business in the Porsche
First I open up the booth, then I'm walkin in the doors
Everytime I'm in it, I be feelin like it's intercourse ('course)
Went in it raw and they scream soon as I came
And Koopa was the name that every woman would blame
But I am not the father 'cause me and you ain't the same (why?)
The whole rap game is impregnated with lames (lames)
Showin off your little chain, rappin like your Lil Wayne
Actin like ya really bang, thinkin you the illest thang (uh)
You ain't on your business man, mostly of y'all should feel ashamed
Why'd you trade your soul, if you can't get a bit of fame?
And they argue that I was once in that position
But they liars, I never had to beg for you to listen (woo)
Muslim or a Christian but they on another mission
'Cause people treat ya like God when you in my position (Amen)
Soon as ya get a Rover, it's like everybody for ya (yeah)
And givin out ya number, it's like everybody mobile
'Cause everybody's spiritual when they the ones below ya (woo)
And even Jigga got killers that's callin him Jehovah
I got a little hate for all the fakers I confess ('fess)
And that's the reason that I'm steady switchin my address
Our test (yes), is tried to get paid like Artest
And yes (yes), I happen to be the best, I guess, I'm just
[Chorus]
Scratch That lyrics - chamillionaire
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Uh, I heard there was a funeral for Auto-Tune
I'm glad that I'm livin, some of y'all is doomed
Talkin 'bout death, I'd be honored to
Death of DJs yellin over all the tunes
Thought he was the man but that boy a coon
And I'm so street smart they call me "Harvard Goon"
Mixtape Messiah 8 is what y'all assume
But scratch that, better take cover, dodge the boom! (yeah)
[explosion]
Gotta kill it like Michael, not Jackson but Vick (why?)
Get punished for the crime, have 'em still on my dick
I'm so Pharreal with this thing on my hip (yep)
Pusha and a Malice, yeah I got me two Clipse (Clipse)
Lookin for some trouble, you can have your first wish
I'd take your house, have your kitchen on bricks (woo!)
No banana in the tailpipe Miss (nah)
Pullin my money and it's never no splits
Whips what you mean, I could be a slave master
Hundred for the Benz but the 'lac is way faster
(College) dropout like I never heard Asher
I don't need your opinion if I ain't ask ya
Make 'em remember they asthma
Ladies want to practice, I make 'em play tackle (tackle)
Chill out, what ya hidin from the drop for?
Lookin for some ice baby, welcome to Alaska
(N Luv Wit My Money), I'm just tryin to kiss stacks (yep)
Tryin to date mine, I'm a tell the chick tax (yep)
Million dollar mack, have your mama on her back
Tap Tap for Revenge like the iPhone app (ha)
King of mixtapes, let 'em know that that's fact
I'm fittin to run rap, mess around and get lapped (lapped)
Round of applause for ya if I get jacked
I bet ya hear claps comin out the kid's strap (woo!)
Everytime they see me, they just call me "hachoo"
'Cause every verse sick enough to give ya that flu (flu)
Every stack I'm pickin up thick as Ragu
I'm pullin up in my dropper, they like "Koopa, that's you?"
True, I just want my clout to last
And they say that money talks, so I'm talkin fast (fast)
Promise my vault is like Alcatraz
Ya break in, you're never gonna make it out with cash
Could get money out of Pamela Anderson (what?)
And her son, I'm the man with funds (funds)
Give me your account, let me manage one
I'm a gon' clean it out until the damage done
Let me be clear (yeah), no antenna
Hundred thou' stacks, that's a big man dinner
Pull up outside on some big chrome spinners
Hop out just to show you how quick I can get scrilla
Uh, I heard there was a funeral for Auto-Tune
I'm glad that I'm livin, some of y'all is doomed
Talkin 'bout death, I'd be honored to
Death of DJs yellin over all the tunes
Thought he was the man but that boy a coon
And I'm so street smart they call me "Harvard Goon"
Mixtape Messiah 8 is what y'all assume
But scratch that, better take cover, dodge the boom! (yeah)
[explosion]
Gotta kill it like Michael, not Jackson but Vick (why?)
Get punished for the crime, have 'em still on my dick
I'm so Pharreal with this thing on my hip (yep)
Pusha and a Malice, yeah I got me two Clipse (Clipse)
Lookin for some trouble, you can have your first wish
I'd take your house, have your kitchen on bricks (woo!)
No banana in the tailpipe Miss (nah)
Pullin my money and it's never no splits
Whips what you mean, I could be a slave master
Hundred for the Benz but the 'lac is way faster
(College) dropout like I never heard Asher
I don't need your opinion if I ain't ask ya
Make 'em remember they asthma
Ladies want to practice, I make 'em play tackle (tackle)
Chill out, what ya hidin from the drop for?
Lookin for some ice baby, welcome to Alaska
(N Luv Wit My Money), I'm just tryin to kiss stacks (yep)
Tryin to date mine, I'm a tell the chick tax (yep)
Million dollar mack, have your mama on her back
Tap Tap for Revenge like the iPhone app (ha)
King of mixtapes, let 'em know that that's fact
I'm fittin to run rap, mess around and get lapped (lapped)
Round of applause for ya if I get jacked
I bet ya hear claps comin out the kid's strap (woo!)
Everytime they see me, they just call me "hachoo"
'Cause every verse sick enough to give ya that flu (flu)
Every stack I'm pickin up thick as Ragu
I'm pullin up in my dropper, they like "Koopa, that's you?"
True, I just want my clout to last
And they say that money talks, so I'm talkin fast (fast)
Promise my vault is like Alcatraz
Ya break in, you're never gonna make it out with cash
Could get money out of Pamela Anderson (what?)
And her son, I'm the man with funds (funds)
Give me your account, let me manage one
I'm a gon' clean it out until the damage done
Let me be clear (yeah), no antenna
Hundred thou' stacks, that's a big man dinner
Pull up outside on some big chrome spinners
Hop out just to show you how quick I can get scrilla
Dead Presidents lyrics - Chamillionaire
[Sample from "Foe Tha Love Of $" by Bone Thugs-N-Harmony - w/ ad libs]
For the love of money [3X]
[Beat changes to instrumental of Jay-Z's "Dead Presidents"]
[Chorus - Sample from "The World Is Yours" by Nas {Chamillionaire}]
Presidents to represent me (get money!)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)
I'm out for dead (fuckin) presidents to represent me
{I'm out for dead presidents to represent me}
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Check it, that's why I put no people under my wing
Welcome rain but still wonder what the thunder might bring
I already did my thing, I will forever be king
Take a look inside my pockets, such a devilish thing
They say that money's the root, a tree's growin out of my pocket
I pull a branch off it and try my best not to drop it (why?)
'Cause gold diggers watch and I like to call it boppin
And I am not a Simpson/simp son but rest in peace to Cochran (Amen)
You're rich man, they tell me this how it 'sposed to feel
Haters try to hinder the hustle before I close the deal (fo' real)
But it's off with your head homie, you know the drill
Hang your body up from a ceiling and call it overkill (woo)
Chamilli, I am the Alpha and Omega
Stoppin me is like winter in Denver with humid weather
Never, ever, ever, your head it could get severed (yeah)
I got these haters sick, it'd be better to get better
How do you possibly think you're reachin as high after me?
Three times quicker, just call me the triathlete
It ain't a thing that I did that I feel I can't repeat (what?)
It ain't a thing that I did that I feel I can't repeat (okay)
They spend their life to prove their realness to half a street
Already lived your entire life in a half a week
Destiny lookin fine, so I just smack a cheek
And even when I'm not even tryin, another can't compete, yeah
[Chorus 2 - Sample from "The World Is Yours" by Nas {Chamillionaire} - 2X]
I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)
I'm out for dead (fuckin) presidents to represent me
{I'm out for dead presidents to represent me}
[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire]
Before I had a million, I talked a million into existence
They say it pays off, well thank you to my persistence (you welcome)
Look at the vehicle to see how well I lived it
I keep a elbow on the rim like I was Vincent (Carter)
Too bad you missed it, a decade already passed
Already got everything that they said that I couldn't have (couldn't have)
And now I don't even want it, look at it like it's trash
One man's trash is another's treasure, so get a bag
Apologies for all of the materialism
But all the times that I didn't do it is when they didn't listen (listen)
So now I sit and vision, times when my wrists didn't glisten
Like I just want to go back but who the heck I'm kiddin? (woo)
'Cause if I did that, then you would never get mad
I'd be tryin to get back to where I am in this rap
So I just try to get cash and be done with the riff-raff
And I swear a slut could never, ever get half (haha)
[Chorus 2]
For the love of money [3X]
[Beat changes to instrumental of Jay-Z's "Dead Presidents"]
[Chorus - Sample from "The World Is Yours" by Nas {Chamillionaire}]
Presidents to represent me (get money!)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)
I'm out for dead (fuckin) presidents to represent me
{I'm out for dead presidents to represent me}
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Check it, that's why I put no people under my wing
Welcome rain but still wonder what the thunder might bring
I already did my thing, I will forever be king
Take a look inside my pockets, such a devilish thing
They say that money's the root, a tree's growin out of my pocket
I pull a branch off it and try my best not to drop it (why?)
'Cause gold diggers watch and I like to call it boppin
And I am not a Simpson/simp son but rest in peace to Cochran (Amen)
You're rich man, they tell me this how it 'sposed to feel
Haters try to hinder the hustle before I close the deal (fo' real)
But it's off with your head homie, you know the drill
Hang your body up from a ceiling and call it overkill (woo)
Chamilli, I am the Alpha and Omega
Stoppin me is like winter in Denver with humid weather
Never, ever, ever, your head it could get severed (yeah)
I got these haters sick, it'd be better to get better
How do you possibly think you're reachin as high after me?
Three times quicker, just call me the triathlete
It ain't a thing that I did that I feel I can't repeat (what?)
It ain't a thing that I did that I feel I can't repeat (okay)
They spend their life to prove their realness to half a street
Already lived your entire life in a half a week
Destiny lookin fine, so I just smack a cheek
And even when I'm not even tryin, another can't compete, yeah
[Chorus 2 - Sample from "The World Is Yours" by Nas {Chamillionaire} - 2X]
I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (get money!)
I'm out for dead (fuckin) presidents to represent me
{I'm out for dead presidents to represent me}
[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire]
Before I had a million, I talked a million into existence
They say it pays off, well thank you to my persistence (you welcome)
Look at the vehicle to see how well I lived it
I keep a elbow on the rim like I was Vincent (Carter)
Too bad you missed it, a decade already passed
Already got everything that they said that I couldn't have (couldn't have)
And now I don't even want it, look at it like it's trash
One man's trash is another's treasure, so get a bag
Apologies for all of the materialism
But all the times that I didn't do it is when they didn't listen (listen)
So now I sit and vision, times when my wrists didn't glisten
Like I just want to go back but who the heck I'm kiddin? (woo)
'Cause if I did that, then you would never get mad
I'd be tryin to get back to where I am in this rap
So I just try to get cash and be done with the riff-raff
And I swear a slut could never, ever get half (haha)
[Chorus 2]
Successful lyrics - Chamillionaire
(Chamillitary mayne)
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Yeah
In school I was skinny, my homie told me "I'll show you things"
Then he taught me how to take a soda out a coke machine
Hurry up before it ring, wrote a letter to the bing
Life can get you screwed and ya it's true, my homie's on a lean
Hit the money spot, couldn't pull no money out
Went to Pen and Pixel, asked to help 'em with the Photoshop
Knew the pictures wasn't real, Pen and Pixel known to crop
Now they takin pictures of the drop when I unfold the top
Uh, my father put me in a Levi
Couldn't afford to step in a Huarache or a Fila
Psychic walked up to me, asked me if I wanna see my
Future, I told her "no because my future is to be fly"
Uh, I got my sky miles up
Successful just ain't in sight, I guess I found my luck
Said every chick I'm around in that H-Town messed up
Especially to have the privilege of an all night tuck (yeah)
[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
I got the money, money and the cars
Cars and the clothes, the hoes, I suppose
I knew I would be, I knew I would be successful
I knew I would be, I knew I would be successful (yeah)
I knew I would be, I knew I would be successful
[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire]
Said I was dressin tacky (yeah), while they was dressin in khakis
Walked in the gymnasium, back when
they didn't attack me (yeah)
Pictures that they attach me that say "that I miss you badly"
Wonderin how it feel to realize that you could of had me (could of had me)
Even in Spanish little Kelly was lookin cute
The usages of her tongue could never be good as you
It was Quito (yeah), Ecuador (yeah), Lima (yeah), Peru
Who knew that I would of flew? to every city that she spew
Interview and I ain't even have no time for dinner
But no one cares that you're skinny when they feel that you a winner
Women want to be with you, even if you a beginner
Want you to stay the night even if you ain't really finna
You enter, the room and she's watchin out the corner
Her eye on you, realize that she got barely nothin on her
She gets off of the bed and then says "follow if you wanna" (yep)
She hops in the jacuzzi and says join her (yep)
[Chorus]
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Yeah
In school I was skinny, my homie told me "I'll show you things"
Then he taught me how to take a soda out a coke machine
Hurry up before it ring, wrote a letter to the bing
Life can get you screwed and ya it's true, my homie's on a lean
Hit the money spot, couldn't pull no money out
Went to Pen and Pixel, asked to help 'em with the Photoshop
Knew the pictures wasn't real, Pen and Pixel known to crop
Now they takin pictures of the drop when I unfold the top
Uh, my father put me in a Levi
Couldn't afford to step in a Huarache or a Fila
Psychic walked up to me, asked me if I wanna see my
Future, I told her "no because my future is to be fly"
Uh, I got my sky miles up
Successful just ain't in sight, I guess I found my luck
Said every chick I'm around in that H-Town messed up
Especially to have the privilege of an all night tuck (yeah)
[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
I got the money, money and the cars
Cars and the clothes, the hoes, I suppose
I knew I would be, I knew I would be successful
I knew I would be, I knew I would be successful (yeah)
I knew I would be, I knew I would be successful
[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire]
Said I was dressin tacky (yeah), while they was dressin in khakis
Walked in the gymnasium, back when
they didn't attack me (yeah)
Pictures that they attach me that say "that I miss you badly"
Wonderin how it feel to realize that you could of had me (could of had me)
Even in Spanish little Kelly was lookin cute
The usages of her tongue could never be good as you
It was Quito (yeah), Ecuador (yeah), Lima (yeah), Peru
Who knew that I would of flew? to every city that she spew
Interview and I ain't even have no time for dinner
But no one cares that you're skinny when they feel that you a winner
Women want to be with you, even if you a beginner
Want you to stay the night even if you ain't really finna
You enter, the room and she's watchin out the corner
Her eye on you, realize that she got barely nothin on her
She gets off of the bed and then says "follow if you wanna" (yep)
She hops in the jacuzzi and says join her (yep)
[Chorus]
On The Grind lyrics - Chamillionaire
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire - singing]
Sick of tired (sick of tired)
Of all the fakers walkin in my life (in my life)
I told ya once and then I told ya twice (told ya twice)
You got to go, I'll make a sacrifice, a sacrifice (hold up)
Dirty mind (dirty mind)
she playin games because she know she fine (she know she fine)
I said "let's play" and plus she didn't mind (didn't mind)
So I just let her sip a little white wine and now she mine (for real)
I can't live mine (I can't live mine)
If I'm livin yours, then I ain't livin my life (my life)
You will regret, I bet you'll pay the price (pay the price)
Somebody else is tryin to try me tonight (nah), that's suicide (let's go)
[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
On my grind (on my grind)
I got to stay grindin at all times
That's even if it means a nine to five (yeah)
That's even if it's workin overtime, stay on the grind (the grind)
I'm on my grind (on my grind)
I got to stay grindin at all times
That's even if it means a nine to five (yeah)
That's even if it's workin overtime, I stay on the grind (the grind)
[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire - rapping]
Ye-yeah, yeah my rims brought me attention but my pension brought my tension
'Cause my last boss said that my check what he forgot to mention (what?)
That's okay, 'cause I quit (quit), Uncle Sam took half of it
Told that dude to get off my dick, bought a banana with my split
For my clip, loadin it up, told you the four and the four gettin tucked
How much more is he supposed to deduct? And the repo man always towin my truck
401K, don't come with play and MPCs don't come with Dre
Homie say he can get me a job but the problem is it don't come with pay
Mama say "can't say nothin nice, you ain't got nothin to say"
So I'd say, Mr. Bill Collector [gun cocked], be on your way
Sick of tired (sick of tired)
Of all the fakers walkin in my life (in my life)
I told ya once and then I told ya twice (told ya twice)
You got to go, I'll make a sacrifice, a sacrifice (hold up)
Dirty mind (dirty mind)
she playin games because she know she fine (she know she fine)
I said "let's play" and plus she didn't mind (didn't mind)
So I just let her sip a little white wine and now she mine (for real)
I can't live mine (I can't live mine)
If I'm livin yours, then I ain't livin my life (my life)
You will regret, I bet you'll pay the price (pay the price)
Somebody else is tryin to try me tonight (nah), that's suicide (let's go)
[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
On my grind (on my grind)
I got to stay grindin at all times
That's even if it means a nine to five (yeah)
That's even if it's workin overtime, stay on the grind (the grind)
I'm on my grind (on my grind)
I got to stay grindin at all times
That's even if it means a nine to five (yeah)
That's even if it's workin overtime, I stay on the grind (the grind)
[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire - rapping]
Ye-yeah, yeah my rims brought me attention but my pension brought my tension
'Cause my last boss said that my check what he forgot to mention (what?)
That's okay, 'cause I quit (quit), Uncle Sam took half of it
Told that dude to get off my dick, bought a banana with my split
For my clip, loadin it up, told you the four and the four gettin tucked
How much more is he supposed to deduct? And the repo man always towin my truck
401K, don't come with play and MPCs don't come with Dre
Homie say he can get me a job but the problem is it don't come with pay
Mama say "can't say nothin nice, you ain't got nothin to say"
So I'd say, Mr. Bill Collector [gun cocked], be on your way
Lonely At The Top lyrics - Chamillionaire
[Gunshot]
[Intro - Chamillionaire - talking]
Came a long way, know what I'm sayin?
They tried to tell me how it was gonna be
It's crazy but they all just kept sayin the same thing
[Chorus - Chamillionaire - 4X]
They say it's lonely (they say it's lonely), lonely at the top (top)
Lonely at the top (top), lonely at the top
[Break - Chamillionaire]
It's so lonely
It's so lonellllly
It's so lonely
It's so lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely
It's so lonely
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Ye-yeah, you can't get to the top without ever riskin your armor
You'll never have full control and that's even if you Obama (fo' real)
Keep a pen for the paper and keep a pistol for drama
Keep a clip for the paper too or they liftin your dollars
Paper clip and I promise, I punch ya just to be honest
Goin over they head 'cause most people Hooked on Ebonics
How he work for the police and he gon' slip ya some chronic?
Money's the root of all evil, then our (pockets is demonic) (yeah)
You go out bein greedy like Madoff did for a dollar
You'll be instantly famous, they takin pics with your barber (fo' real)
They'll be messy as ever, especially if it's a blogger
Turn a artist to target just 'cause your pissed he ain't call ya
Take a trip to the 'hood and you can go pick an Osama
Ain't no camels20but trust me you can get hit with the llama
Never cross the wrong person 'cause he might give you the karma
Hear 'em clappin that, clappin that, like a pistol performance (woo)
You'll be ready to fight when they send a diss to ya mama (okay)
You'll be ready to kill when they send a diss to ya daughter (okay)
Left your girl by her lonely, ya friend assist ya and call her
Wouldn't pay her attention and now you (wish that you saw her)
Because it's
[Chorus]
It's so lonely
[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire]
See I had came with some groupies but I forgot who they was (why?)
'Cause they forgot where they manners was when we got in the club (okay)
They forgot that they came with me when they got 'em a buzz
They yellin "me" (me) when Jay-Z askin "who rollin with us?" (say what?)
On Patron or that vodka like it's the poppinest drug (drug)
She club hoppin with us and then she club poppin with thugs (Slim Thug)
I be solo as ever, 'cause bullets poppin because
He step out with the Bloods and then he got popped by a Cuz
Smoke screen, a mirage, all the candy and cars (cars)
Should of seen how these chickens so quick to hand me they drawers (they drawers)
Look how you throwin rocks like you never had any flaws [people clapping]
You can keep your perfection and you have the applause
[Chorus]
[Break - Chamillionaire]
It's so lonely
It's so lonellllly
It's so lonely
It's so lonely, lonely,
lonely, lonely, yeah
[Outro - Chamillionaire - talking over Chorus/Break until end]
Yeah, uh, uh
It's lonely at the top, right?
Unless I stand up here and see down to the bottom clear
Yeah
Spend your whole life chasin cheddar
Sometimes you just feel like you just want to move on to somethin better
Know what I'm sayin?
I know it's somethin bigger out there, I know it is man, I know it is
Success is similar to goin to jail and gettin locked up by yourself
You got a lot of time to think
Yeah, you gon' have a lot of time to think homie
A whole lot of time to think
You gonna be by yourself
'Cause you ain't gonna want to hang out nobody that's a back stabber
You ain't gonna want to be around people that always come around
with ulterior motives
And you ain't really able to notice
You know, got they hand out, beggin for money
Like you owe 'em the World, you know what I'm sayin?
That's why I ain't lookin at them, I'm lookin for you, you're the future
Are you listenin? I know you're out there, yeah
[Intro - Chamillionaire - talking]
Came a long way, know what I'm sayin?
They tried to tell me how it was gonna be
It's crazy but they all just kept sayin the same thing
[Chorus - Chamillionaire - 4X]
They say it's lonely (they say it's lonely), lonely at the top (top)
Lonely at the top (top), lonely at the top
[Break - Chamillionaire]
It's so lonely
It's so lonellllly
It's so lonely
It's so lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely
It's so lonely
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Ye-yeah, you can't get to the top without ever riskin your armor
You'll never have full control and that's even if you Obama (fo' real)
Keep a pen for the paper and keep a pistol for drama
Keep a clip for the paper too or they liftin your dollars
Paper clip and I promise, I punch ya just to be honest
Goin over they head 'cause most people Hooked on Ebonics
How he work for the police and he gon' slip ya some chronic?
Money's the root of all evil, then our (pockets is demonic) (yeah)
You go out bein greedy like Madoff did for a dollar
You'll be instantly famous, they takin pics with your barber (fo' real)
They'll be messy as ever, especially if it's a blogger
Turn a artist to target just 'cause your pissed he ain't call ya
Take a trip to the 'hood and you can go pick an Osama
Ain't no camels20but trust me you can get hit with the llama
Never cross the wrong person 'cause he might give you the karma
Hear 'em clappin that, clappin that, like a pistol performance (woo)
You'll be ready to fight when they send a diss to ya mama (okay)
You'll be ready to kill when they send a diss to ya daughter (okay)
Left your girl by her lonely, ya friend assist ya and call her
Wouldn't pay her attention and now you (wish that you saw her)
Because it's
[Chorus]
It's so lonely
[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire]
See I had came with some groupies but I forgot who they was (why?)
'Cause they forgot where they manners was when we got in the club (okay)
They forgot that they came with me when they got 'em a buzz
They yellin "me" (me) when Jay-Z askin "who rollin with us?" (say what?)
On Patron or that vodka like it's the poppinest drug (drug)
She club hoppin with us and then she club poppin with thugs (Slim Thug)
I be solo as ever, 'cause bullets poppin because
He step out with the Bloods and then he got popped by a Cuz
Smoke screen, a mirage, all the candy and cars (cars)
Should of seen how these chickens so quick to hand me they drawers (they drawers)
Look how you throwin rocks like you never had any flaws [people clapping]
You can keep your perfection and you have the applause
[Chorus]
[Break - Chamillionaire]
It's so lonely
It's so lonellllly
It's so lonely
It's so lonely, lonely,
lonely, lonely, yeah
[Outro - Chamillionaire - talking over Chorus/Break until end]
Yeah, uh, uh
It's lonely at the top, right?
Unless I stand up here and see down to the bottom clear
Yeah
Spend your whole life chasin cheddar
Sometimes you just feel like you just want to move on to somethin better
Know what I'm sayin?
I know it's somethin bigger out there, I know it is man, I know it is
Success is similar to goin to jail and gettin locked up by yourself
You got a lot of time to think
Yeah, you gon' have a lot of time to think homie
A whole lot of time to think
You gonna be by yourself
'Cause you ain't gonna want to hang out nobody that's a back stabber
You ain't gonna want to be around people that always come around
with ulterior motives
And you ain't really able to notice
You know, got they hand out, beggin for money
Like you owe 'em the World, you know what I'm sayin?
That's why I ain't lookin at them, I'm lookin for you, you're the future
Are you listenin? I know you're out there, yeah
Life Goes On lyrics - Chamillionaire (feat. Tony Henry)
[Intro - Tony Henry - talking]
Mmmmm, yeah
Life goes on
[Break - Chamillionaire - w/ ad libs by Tony Henry]
They told me to make another song for the radio (radio)
My mind keeps tellin me "yes" but my heart keeps tellin me "no" (no)
And all I can really think about is the fact that you're gone (fact that you're gone)
So now it looks like I've got another sad song
[Chorus - Chamillionaire - 2X]
Life goes on (goes on)
Life goes on
Life goes on, baby, baby
Life goes on
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Yeah (yeah), they was watchin my pockets while I was poppin my tags
Stayin friends with my friends has been the impossible task
If I had a dollar for every friend that I thought that would last
I'd hit my head on the ceiling, standin on top of my cash
You just tryin to be playa, they just tryin to play you
Soon as you get in some trouble, we'll see who tryin to save you
Promise you that the day you try to hit me with betrayal
I'm a smell your cologne, I'll be so close on your trail
And the homie you really thought was the realest a snitch
I'm the person you call when you tryin to get out a ditch
Yeah I'm talkin to you, wear the shoe if it fits
The broke people that know you, gon' say you changed when your rich (uh)
I'm on the screen shinin, so get with the program
Money's the team baby and I am the spokesman
The trophy is more grands, I hold it with both hands
I shook off the haters after I told them
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire]
Haha, I used to be such a playa, 'til I hopped out of the game
Plenty knowledge and dollars, I went to college with fame
Used to look ya relationships like a positive thang
'Til I turned into a bank account to deposit your blame
Used to be such a player but now I'm only a ref
So when I tell ya ya fouled and you can only accept
Still hungry as ever, somebody show me a chef
Appetite for the money, so stick a fork in the rest
Unless you callin my mother, I know she love me the best
(Still N Luv Wit My Money), 'cause money love me to death
Used to promise my lady we'd have the loveliest sex
Was in love with the hunnies but they just loved me and left
All the groupies that's callin me thought I didn't exist
Yeah I'm talkin to you, wear the shoe if it fits
She put death on her lips, tried to give me a kiss
But I turned my head away so she would miss, now
[Chorus]
[Break - w/ ad libs from Tony Henry]
[Verse 3 - Chamillionaire]
What it looks like, yeah
'Cause I ain't speakin through music to try to get ya to dance
Tryin to get ya to just give the bigger picture a glance
Record label get mad, you can keep the advance
You could blame it on me and say it was me when they ask
Yeah he came with a mic, they had came with a knife
Yeah he died on the spot but after savin his wife
See the pain that I write, it ain't a thang to recite
Ain't a thang 'cause really I'm just explainin my life
I could tell ya to smile but it would sound kind of sad
I could talk about music but it would sound like I'm mad
'Cause the first thing I thought about when my pen hit the pad
Is before I finish this song, another partner passed
[Chorus - w/ ad libs from Tony Henry]
[Outro - Tony Henry - singing]
Yes it does
Life goes on and on and on
On and on
Ohhhhh, ohhhhh
Life goes on
Yeeeeeah
Yes it does
Mmmmm, yeah
Life goes on
[Break - Chamillionaire - w/ ad libs by Tony Henry]
They told me to make another song for the radio (radio)
My mind keeps tellin me "yes" but my heart keeps tellin me "no" (no)
And all I can really think about is the fact that you're gone (fact that you're gone)
So now it looks like I've got another sad song
[Chorus - Chamillionaire - 2X]
Life goes on (goes on)
Life goes on
Life goes on, baby, baby
Life goes on
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Yeah (yeah), they was watchin my pockets while I was poppin my tags
Stayin friends with my friends has been the impossible task
If I had a dollar for every friend that I thought that would last
I'd hit my head on the ceiling, standin on top of my cash
You just tryin to be playa, they just tryin to play you
Soon as you get in some trouble, we'll see who tryin to save you
Promise you that the day you try to hit me with betrayal
I'm a smell your cologne, I'll be so close on your trail
And the homie you really thought was the realest a snitch
I'm the person you call when you tryin to get out a ditch
Yeah I'm talkin to you, wear the shoe if it fits
The broke people that know you, gon' say you changed when your rich (uh)
I'm on the screen shinin, so get with the program
Money's the team baby and I am the spokesman
The trophy is more grands, I hold it with both hands
I shook off the haters after I told them
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire]
Haha, I used to be such a playa, 'til I hopped out of the game
Plenty knowledge and dollars, I went to college with fame
Used to look ya relationships like a positive thang
'Til I turned into a bank account to deposit your blame
Used to be such a player but now I'm only a ref
So when I tell ya ya fouled and you can only accept
Still hungry as ever, somebody show me a chef
Appetite for the money, so stick a fork in the rest
Unless you callin my mother, I know she love me the best
(Still N Luv Wit My Money), 'cause money love me to death
Used to promise my lady we'd have the loveliest sex
Was in love with the hunnies but they just loved me and left
All the groupies that's callin me thought I didn't exist
Yeah I'm talkin to you, wear the shoe if it fits
She put death on her lips, tried to give me a kiss
But I turned my head away so she would miss, now
[Chorus]
[Break - w/ ad libs from Tony Henry]
[Verse 3 - Chamillionaire]
What it looks like, yeah
'Cause I ain't speakin through music to try to get ya to dance
Tryin to get ya to just give the bigger picture a glance
Record label get mad, you can keep the advance
You could blame it on me and say it was me when they ask
Yeah he came with a mic, they had came with a knife
Yeah he died on the spot but after savin his wife
See the pain that I write, it ain't a thang to recite
Ain't a thang 'cause really I'm just explainin my life
I could tell ya to smile but it would sound kind of sad
I could talk about music but it would sound like I'm mad
'Cause the first thing I thought about when my pen hit the pad
Is before I finish this song, another partner passed
[Chorus - w/ ad libs from Tony Henry]
[Outro - Tony Henry - singing]
Yes it does
Life goes on and on and on
On and on
Ohhhhh, ohhhhh
Life goes on
Yeeeeeah
Yes it does
Say Goodbye lyrics - Chamillionaire
[Intro - Chamillionaire - talking]
So what are you gonna do, is you have to pick your weapon of choice
It's not easy but, somebody's got to do it
Who said it wasn't easy?
Give me that, I got this
Let's go
[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
I told you a million times (I told you a million times)
I'll live mine, you live your life (you live your life)
They say it but it's a lie (haha)
'Cause it's not hard to (hard to ...), say goodbye
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Follow me I could lead you, hate on me and I will leave you (now say goodbye)
Know your friends will deceive you but I'm mad that I believed you, so I (say goodbye)
Peek-a-boo I could see you, I could see that you are see through (say goodbye)
I see that you're evil but even Evel Knievel could never pull a stunt on me (say goodbye)
Stayin on top of my cheese like it's nacho beef
If I didn't call your name than it's not your beef
I swear y'all soft as a taco be
I got hard shells, promise you the glock on me [gunshot]
That's what I call a virus, he's inside of your camp as he hides from your eyelids
Then before you realize this, he surprises you by knowin the date that your demise is
I'm an insomniac, tryin to live "Happy Days" like the Fonzie cat
They try to put bullets in the army hat and I'm feelin like you tryin to be a copycat
Wait a sec, let me paint the Picasso
They be sayin what they sayin but it's not so [gunshot]
They be sayin what they sayin 'cause I got dough [gunshot]
But to me, you're deader than a fossil
[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
I told you a million times (a million times)
I'll live mine, you live your life (haha, you live your life)
They say it but it's a lie (you know that's a lie)
'Cause it's not hard to (hard to ...), say goodbye (not at all, not at all)
[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire]
It's the death of a dynasty, it'll D-I-E, if I could minus me (say goodbye)
Chamillitary and it's finally, the time for me to give some shine to me (say goodbye)
Everytime I come out, they doubt me but you'll never take over the south without me (say goodbye)
Look how many miles and counting but look how Oscar the Grouch your mouth be (say goodbye)
Trash what I'm hearin ya talkin, I'm hearin it often, go get in a coffin (get in a coffin)
I feel like I'm big as a shark and I'm finna rip the limbs off the littlest dolphin
Head to ya seat quietly, I'm feelin like a movie what you tryin to see
I don't know if Scarface, what you tryin to be but I'm "lol" and that's comedy (haha)
Timeless that my grind is, you can search forever but you'll never, ever find this
People tell me that I'm mindless but if I lost my mind, I'm not really tryin to find it
Not crazy, I'm more than crazy but one thing I know is you ain't gonna play me [gun cocked]
Take a shot [gunshot], ballin baby, 'til the Forbes tell you that I made more than Jay-Z
[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
I told you a million times (a million times)
I'll live mine, you live your life (I'm hearin ya cry)
They say it but it's a lie (you ready to fly?)
'Cause it's not hard to (hard to ...), say goodbye (haha, haha, haha)
[Break - Chamillionaire]
Say goodbyyye
Say goodbye
Say goodbyyye
Say goodbye
[Verse 3 - Chamillionaire]
I'm not anyone of them dudes from Boyz II Men
Say (It's Hard To Say Goodbye), it was one of them
We can be in the trees, standin on a limb
And I would watch you fall like a ornament
Psycho I am not no, psycho with the mic though
Even white folks, will agree that I'm quite dope
And I'm si-si-sicker than a slight cold
I kick through instrumental, I slip into your fence too
Hit your window, I'm Ginsu to your pencil
I talk to myself like I'm mental, tell my mental
That you ain't 'F''in with me
Like the letter that come after 'E' and before the 'G'
And I'm definitely, gonna rep for the street
And that's where your gonna be layin when I'm lettin the heat go
[gunshot]
[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
I told you a million times
I'll live mine, you live your life (your life)
They say it but it's a lie
'Cause it's not hard to (hard to ...), say goodbye
[Outro - Chamillionaire - talking and impersonating "The Godfather" - w/ ad libs until the end]
All I know is there was no glove, no silencer, no sound (say goodbye)
No shells, no footprints, no nothin (say goodbye)
So when they asked me for a statement
All I could really do was just (say goodbye)
So for you my friend, I'm sorry but this is where I must just (say goodbye)
[flatlines]
The Final Chapter 2 lyrics - Chamillionaire
[applause]
[Intro - Chamillionaire - talking]
(Rapid), here lizard, lizard, lizard
(Ric), Mi-Mi-Mi-Mi-Mixtape Messiah man, it's the final chapter
It's the final chapter, it's the final chapter (Rapid, Rapid Ric)
I'm the greedy genius (hold, hold up)
(It's the, it's the, it's the, it's the, it's the, it's the, it's the)
You in the presence of the finest (Chamillitary mayne)
It's the final chapter
Believe me, Chamillitary and we more than hype
Four out of ten Texas rappers are some Koopa prototypes
It's the, it's the, it's the, it's the, it's the final chapter
(Mixtape Messiah 7, here lizard, lizard)
It's the final chapter
[Verse - Chamillionaire]
This is part two, caught you, sittin in the dark you
Know that I'm a nightmare, it ain't really no need to argue
Sharpshoot, sharp pum (*gunshot*), bullets that will carve you
Keep on mean muggin man, I hope your vest is hard too
This will be a message to all those who say they Texas made
I confess I got the best of all mixtapes that Texas made
Really ain't nothin left to say, I don't got to step to A
There will only be a 100 copies, all the rest is fake
For many years they complained when I dropped 'em late
So I had a attitude, I purposely would switch the date
Some will hate, I know I'm great, some will go eBay the tape
I gave you a 100 dollar bill that you couldn't even break
They tryin to drop me late, like wait until December
But I can't wait for Universal to get their ish together
It's like whatever, you never should eat with the Devil
But when I go I'll be the greatest Houston hustler ever, ever
[Outro - Chamillionaire - talking]
Yeah, she what I had to realize is
I'm not very good at waitin for people to make moves
I'm from Texas
Home of the players that know how to break the rules and make the rules
You know what I'm sayin?
We've been doin that before anybody came in the game
Before the fame, before all that
So why don't we go back to what we used to do, huh?
Take control, King Koopa, Mixtape Messiah 7
[Intro - Chamillionaire - talking]
(Rapid), here lizard, lizard, lizard
(Ric), Mi-Mi-Mi-Mi-Mixtape Messiah man, it's the final chapter
It's the final chapter, it's the final chapter (Rapid, Rapid Ric)
I'm the greedy genius (hold, hold up)
(It's the, it's the, it's the, it's the, it's the, it's the, it's the)
You in the presence of the finest (Chamillitary mayne)
It's the final chapter
Believe me, Chamillitary and we more than hype
Four out of ten Texas rappers are some Koopa prototypes
It's the, it's the, it's the, it's the, it's the final chapter
(Mixtape Messiah 7, here lizard, lizard)
It's the final chapter
[Verse - Chamillionaire]
This is part two, caught you, sittin in the dark you
Know that I'm a nightmare, it ain't really no need to argue
Sharpshoot, sharp pum (*gunshot*), bullets that will carve you
Keep on mean muggin man, I hope your vest is hard too
This will be a message to all those who say they Texas made
I confess I got the best of all mixtapes that Texas made
Really ain't nothin left to say, I don't got to step to A
There will only be a 100 copies, all the rest is fake
For many years they complained when I dropped 'em late
So I had a attitude, I purposely would switch the date
Some will hate, I know I'm great, some will go eBay the tape
I gave you a 100 dollar bill that you couldn't even break
They tryin to drop me late, like wait until December
But I can't wait for Universal to get their ish together
It's like whatever, you never should eat with the Devil
But when I go I'll be the greatest Houston hustler ever, ever
[Outro - Chamillionaire - talking]
Yeah, she what I had to realize is
I'm not very good at waitin for people to make moves
I'm from Texas
Home of the players that know how to break the rules and make the rules
You know what I'm sayin?
We've been doin that before anybody came in the game
Before the fame, before all that
So why don't we go back to what we used to do, huh?
Take control, King Koopa, Mixtape Messiah 7
Still Getting Money lyrics - Chamillionaire
Let's get it
[Verse - Chamillionaire]
Ben Franklin, that's gon' be my mascot
'Cause for the dead presidents, I'll pull the mask out [gun cocked]
Countin plenty dough, look how good my math got
Never hoop a bad shot because I shoot with that pop [gunshot]
While y'all was watchin Kobe jumpin over a car
I was in a G4 jumpin over a mall
Get a telescope, 'cause I know I'm a star
All my millions got me feelin like I'm a over the law
Hold too much dough for me to throw in a palm
It'll take a day to count it, I'm a show ya tomorrow
Rollin with a weapon like I know that it's war
Get blitzed for your chips and you'll be holdin your jaw
Last time I took a loss but now I'm ready to win
Competition doesn't listen, you can never defend
Vince Carter how a baller always bendin the rim
Then I go and purchase more so I can bend 'em again
Chain lookin stolen, ain't embezzled a gem
So I gotta hold that iron like I've been in the gym
I ain't goin back to record labels ever again
My account would probably have to get to negative ten
Naw, I don't mess with Jordan, I'll leave that one to Nelly
But I got plenty cake like the Snackwells, Little Debbie
Want that (California Love) like that Mak and a veli
So in a California club, I'm a pass it to Felli
Told Famous you'll be famous hit me back on your celly
We can go hit Vegas up and blow a stack when you're ready
Always knew I had that glow like all the rappers in "Belly"
They call me Prince Hakeem 'cause now I'm back with the semi
[gunshots], uh
[Chorus - Chamillionaire - 2X]
I'm still gettin money, I'm still gettin money
I'm still gettin money, gettin money mayne
[Verse - Chamillionaire]
Ben Franklin, that's gon' be my mascot
'Cause for the dead presidents, I'll pull the mask out [gun cocked]
Countin plenty dough, look how good my math got
Never hoop a bad shot because I shoot with that pop [gunshot]
While y'all was watchin Kobe jumpin over a car
I was in a G4 jumpin over a mall
Get a telescope, 'cause I know I'm a star
All my millions got me feelin like I'm a over the law
Hold too much dough for me to throw in a palm
It'll take a day to count it, I'm a show ya tomorrow
Rollin with a weapon like I know that it's war
Get blitzed for your chips and you'll be holdin your jaw
Last time I took a loss but now I'm ready to win
Competition doesn't listen, you can never defend
Vince Carter how a baller always bendin the rim
Then I go and purchase more so I can bend 'em again
Chain lookin stolen, ain't embezzled a gem
So I gotta hold that iron like I've been in the gym
I ain't goin back to record labels ever again
My account would probably have to get to negative ten
Naw, I don't mess with Jordan, I'll leave that one to Nelly
But I got plenty cake like the Snackwells, Little Debbie
Want that (California Love) like that Mak and a veli
So in a California club, I'm a pass it to Felli
Told Famous you'll be famous hit me back on your celly
We can go hit Vegas up and blow a stack when you're ready
Always knew I had that glow like all the rappers in "Belly"
They call me Prince Hakeem 'cause now I'm back with the semi
[gunshots], uh
[Chorus - Chamillionaire - 2X]
I'm still gettin money, I'm still gettin money
I'm still gettin money, gettin money mayne
In My City Mayne lyrics - Chamillionaire
(Mayne, Cannon, Cannon)
[Verse - Chamillionaire]
Northside, Northside, man I love that Northside
Shout out to the little Korean lady 'cause she starch my
Jeans, super clean, yes I'm clean as her detergent
Hoppin in the 'burban to do what we call swervin (mayne)
It's the Southside, got me ridin past Worth and
Lights in the trunk, givin boppers the diversion
Got the burner, phone from a hustler in a turban
Still lookin for 'em 'cause today it isn't workin (mayne)
Swervin, got my eyes open for the pot hole
Messed up my 26 inch, number cuatro
Don't happen a lot though, chunk a deuce to vato
That's the little homie that I'm knowin that'll knock yo (mayne)
Hard headed cranium, that's if you ever play with him
I don't know what arcade all you suckers think you playin in
Can't calm him down, no, nothin you can say to him
Get back to your crib, you best be happy that you made it then
The fade is in, so I had to go and cut off the braids
Got the Northside tradin all they braids for some waves
Koopa he don't know the definition of play
Makin moves in the underground, it's like a subway (mayne)
Southside, Southside, man I love that Southside
Vacuum the inside, waxin up the outside
Reason why my couch wide is 'cause I'm always out my
Radius, my alias will leave you in the chalk line (mayne)
Zip code, sick fo's, pickin out some sick vogues
Daily I just hear 'em sayin "where the heck you get those?"
Hit the club with Lil' O, told me (Playas Get Chose)
And I keep it playa but I'm stayin on my tip toes (mayne)
Can't take on the phone, conversations get too lengthy
Drivin from my home to Oklahoma in a Bentley
Sayin I'm conceded just make sure you say it gently
Bought a building on the North just 'cause that ho said "rent me" (mayne)
Twenty, K for the leather and the candy
But if I need the hook up I'm a get the stuff from Nancy
They gave me a ticket 'cause my whip was dressed too fancy
Runners gonna be done with the mixtapes, they like "it can't be"
[Outro - Chamillionaire - talking]
Hold up, you already know what it is
Mixtape Messiah Part 7, the final chapter
There will be none after
Yeah, I said that, none after
We done baby
Don't get it twisted though
I'm tryin to build a new brand called Major Pain
So I need everybody that's out there, that's supportin the movement
To support that
Chamillitary's still the name that's runnin the game
Major Pain is the new thing, know what I'm talkin 'bout?
Let's get it, uh, Koopa
[Verse - Chamillionaire]
Northside, Northside, man I love that Northside
Shout out to the little Korean lady 'cause she starch my
Jeans, super clean, yes I'm clean as her detergent
Hoppin in the 'burban to do what we call swervin (mayne)
It's the Southside, got me ridin past Worth and
Lights in the trunk, givin boppers the diversion
Got the burner, phone from a hustler in a turban
Still lookin for 'em 'cause today it isn't workin (mayne)
Swervin, got my eyes open for the pot hole
Messed up my 26 inch, number cuatro
Don't happen a lot though, chunk a deuce to vato
That's the little homie that I'm knowin that'll knock yo (mayne)
Hard headed cranium, that's if you ever play with him
I don't know what arcade all you suckers think you playin in
Can't calm him down, no, nothin you can say to him
Get back to your crib, you best be happy that you made it then
The fade is in, so I had to go and cut off the braids
Got the Northside tradin all they braids for some waves
Koopa he don't know the definition of play
Makin moves in the underground, it's like a subway (mayne)
Southside, Southside, man I love that Southside
Vacuum the inside, waxin up the outside
Reason why my couch wide is 'cause I'm always out my
Radius, my alias will leave you in the chalk line (mayne)
Zip code, sick fo's, pickin out some sick vogues
Daily I just hear 'em sayin "where the heck you get those?"
Hit the club with Lil' O, told me (Playas Get Chose)
And I keep it playa but I'm stayin on my tip toes (mayne)
Can't take on the phone, conversations get too lengthy
Drivin from my home to Oklahoma in a Bentley
Sayin I'm conceded just make sure you say it gently
Bought a building on the North just 'cause that ho said "rent me" (mayne)
Twenty, K for the leather and the candy
But if I need the hook up I'm a get the stuff from Nancy
They gave me a ticket 'cause my whip was dressed too fancy
Runners gonna be done with the mixtapes, they like "it can't be"
[Outro - Chamillionaire - talking]
Hold up, you already know what it is
Mixtape Messiah Part 7, the final chapter
There will be none after
Yeah, I said that, none after
We done baby
Don't get it twisted though
I'm tryin to build a new brand called Major Pain
So I need everybody that's out there, that's supportin the movement
To support that
Chamillitary's still the name that's runnin the game
Major Pain is the new thing, know what I'm talkin 'bout?
Let's get it, uh, Koopa
Big Deal lyrics - Chamillionaire
(Rapid Ric)
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Uh, I'm kinda like a big deal
The reason they gettin pissed is 'cause I'm still liftin fifth wheel
The mission was to get mills
No risk 'cause I get chips so it ain't need to wish steel
So y'all gon' have to fall back
The fact they tried to take your boy to court and I fought back
The suit I'm in is boss black
Don't get a round of applause 'cause the heater always on clap
And when I'm, ridin I never rent 'em
Cars' black so I tint 'em, need haters so I invent 'em
I love it baby like Vegas the way I get 'em
Pockets' deep so I stay with a stack of chips in my denim
Soon as I hit the streets, they was sayin I'm (The One)
Soon as I got in beef, tried to tell me I was done
Soon as I put it down, I hear everybody come
Only (King) that's as "Trill" in the (Underground) is Bun
[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
They whisperin about me but can't nobody stop me
How the bootleggers got me? I ain't even got a copy
Pardon me I must say, I'm kinda like a big deal
[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire]
See Uncle Sam must of not been really talkin to me
They told me to hit the Army and "be all I can be"
So I hit the studio and went and talked to the beat
And they told me to get the cheese like it's all you can eat
See if you ain't really hungry, then you boys should retreat
One out of thirteen called part of a fleet
I'm ridin in somethin foreign that don't start with a key
I can't even much pronounce it but it start with a 'T'
You wanna chase money? I got varsity speed
But you can't school me like I balls in the league
Rollin with a ten, really hard 'cause of greed
They be yellin at the moon and still barkin at trees
Koopa vision like a martian that sees
I'm lookin down on the World like "get off of my D"
They told me to hustle hard but how hard can it be?
I drop on the internet but it's all for the streets
[Chorus]
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Uh, I'm kinda like a big deal
The reason they gettin pissed is 'cause I'm still liftin fifth wheel
The mission was to get mills
No risk 'cause I get chips so it ain't need to wish steel
So y'all gon' have to fall back
The fact they tried to take your boy to court and I fought back
The suit I'm in is boss black
Don't get a round of applause 'cause the heater always on clap
And when I'm, ridin I never rent 'em
Cars' black so I tint 'em, need haters so I invent 'em
I love it baby like Vegas the way I get 'em
Pockets' deep so I stay with a stack of chips in my denim
Soon as I hit the streets, they was sayin I'm (The One)
Soon as I got in beef, tried to tell me I was done
Soon as I put it down, I hear everybody come
Only (King) that's as "Trill" in the (Underground) is Bun
[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
They whisperin about me but can't nobody stop me
How the bootleggers got me? I ain't even got a copy
Pardon me I must say, I'm kinda like a big deal
[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire]
See Uncle Sam must of not been really talkin to me
They told me to hit the Army and "be all I can be"
So I hit the studio and went and talked to the beat
And they told me to get the cheese like it's all you can eat
See if you ain't really hungry, then you boys should retreat
One out of thirteen called part of a fleet
I'm ridin in somethin foreign that don't start with a key
I can't even much pronounce it but it start with a 'T'
You wanna chase money? I got varsity speed
But you can't school me like I balls in the league
Rollin with a ten, really hard 'cause of greed
They be yellin at the moon and still barkin at trees
Koopa vision like a martian that sees
I'm lookin down on the World like "get off of my D"
They told me to hustle hard but how hard can it be?
I drop on the internet but it's all for the streets
[Chorus]
I'm 2 Good lyrics - Chamillionaire
["hey" repeated in the background throughout the entire song]
[Intro - Chamillionaire - talking]
Hold up
You know I gotta hit 'em with the wittiness, huh?
That's that old Koopa, that's that throwback
Know what I'm talkin 'bout?
Uh, DJ Rapid Ric
I'm a do this real smooth, one take, I promise
Hahaha, know what I'm talkin 'bout?
Chamillitary in the house
Let's get with it, uh
[Verse - Chamillionaire]
Let's get busy, I'm so witty
Take a spin in my Bentley girl, let's get dizzy
Told Johnny "Make Da Band", wrist blessed like Diddy
Got that old money baby let's get drizzy
Money too grown, so I chase them Young Bucks
I'm not from Cashville but I get the funds up
I'm pickin up all my money in a rented dump truck
Swangin in somethin hard and off the chain like nunchucks
Little boys actin like they bars the same
I'm too sharp with the punches, I carve the brain
So sick with the spit, they get nauseous mayne
Every time I leave the booth, I see a carpet stain
I'm the Northside Answer, H-Town Chancellor
Leo, Sagittarius, Scorpio or Cancer
Yes I'm "The Boss" like Tony Danza to Samantha
Don't mess around and make me make you an example
In Ohio, the chicks that I know
Tell me that my flow must came out The Bible
No reason to lie for, each word to die for
Sidekicks can stand back, one set is my show
My flow you know that's the bet
Change your mind and bring cash if that's a check
Set trends 'til the end with rap I'm blessed
Before the Koopa's there's a King, that's respect
[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
On my money, on my hood
I'm too fly, I'm too good
Touch my cash, wish you could
On that grind, I'm too good
I'm too good, I'm too good
At hustlin like you wish you could
I'm too good, I'm too good
At hustlin like you wish you could
[Intro - Chamillionaire - talking]
Hold up
You know I gotta hit 'em with the wittiness, huh?
That's that old Koopa, that's that throwback
Know what I'm talkin 'bout?
Uh, DJ Rapid Ric
I'm a do this real smooth, one take, I promise
Hahaha, know what I'm talkin 'bout?
Chamillitary in the house
Let's get with it, uh
[Verse - Chamillionaire]
Let's get busy, I'm so witty
Take a spin in my Bentley girl, let's get dizzy
Told Johnny "Make Da Band", wrist blessed like Diddy
Got that old money baby let's get drizzy
Money too grown, so I chase them Young Bucks
I'm not from Cashville but I get the funds up
I'm pickin up all my money in a rented dump truck
Swangin in somethin hard and off the chain like nunchucks
Little boys actin like they bars the same
I'm too sharp with the punches, I carve the brain
So sick with the spit, they get nauseous mayne
Every time I leave the booth, I see a carpet stain
I'm the Northside Answer, H-Town Chancellor
Leo, Sagittarius, Scorpio or Cancer
Yes I'm "The Boss" like Tony Danza to Samantha
Don't mess around and make me make you an example
In Ohio, the chicks that I know
Tell me that my flow must came out The Bible
No reason to lie for, each word to die for
Sidekicks can stand back, one set is my show
My flow you know that's the bet
Change your mind and bring cash if that's a check
Set trends 'til the end with rap I'm blessed
Before the Koopa's there's a King, that's respect
[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
On my money, on my hood
I'm too fly, I'm too good
Touch my cash, wish you could
On that grind, I'm too good
I'm too good, I'm too good
At hustlin like you wish you could
I'm too good, I'm too good
At hustlin like you wish you could
How We Do It lyrics - Chamillionaire
[Intro - Chamillionaire - talking]
Chamillionaire.com
It's the Mixtape Don
Hold up Ric
We got to take 'em back, know what I'm talkin 'bout?
Yeah, y'all know the number 832-514-4730
That's the line man, y'all hit me and let me know what go down
Know what I'm talkin 'bout? Yeah
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Verses so thoed, so the records got sold
22 years old with a mouth full of gold
We in Cleveland on the road, seem like everybody knows
That if you work hard enough, the truth'll expose
Got in beef with Mike Jones, dropped a lot of beef songs
Then the day I got grown and made peace with Mike Jones
In Texas seem like everybody hustlin to keep the lights on
Well cut the mic on
Mayne, had some tension with Paul 'cause that used to be my dog
And it seem like everybody else was tryin to get the ball
But they be said naw, that's the day we impressed
I guess I had to learn to get my own, am I "Correct"?
Now with checks on my desk and my jewelry lookin fresh
And when it come to success, bet nobody can contest
Get love in your city, you'll get hate in your own city too
You know it's all cool, man
[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire]
Freestyle got better, jump shot got worse
So was basketball last and makin rap cash first
Doin rap concerts, that's what I call work
And soon as I hit the turf, the white girls go berserk
Really I ain't never had a whole lot of family
I had to go adopt a VMA and then a Grammy
Talkin to a person that ain't never met a granny
It's lonely at the top, you understand me?
But I still keep it movin, keep the money comin fast
They say the big challenge is to get the dough to mass
Savin money in my stash, movin like the Flash
But it seem the day is longer than the neck on a giraffe
Got Cokes in the cooler, headed to the Kappa Beach
Boys callin for a ride, why you actin like a leech?
1's on my feet, brand new chain and the piece
Every other stop sign I'm takin pictures with a freak, hold up
[Outro - Chamillionaire - talking]
I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm the realest
I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm the realest
I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm the realest eva
Chamillionaire.com
It's the Mixtape Don
Hold up Ric
We got to take 'em back, know what I'm talkin 'bout?
Yeah, y'all know the number 832-514-4730
That's the line man, y'all hit me and let me know what go down
Know what I'm talkin 'bout? Yeah
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Verses so thoed, so the records got sold
22 years old with a mouth full of gold
We in Cleveland on the road, seem like everybody knows
That if you work hard enough, the truth'll expose
Got in beef with Mike Jones, dropped a lot of beef songs
Then the day I got grown and made peace with Mike Jones
In Texas seem like everybody hustlin to keep the lights on
Well cut the mic on
Mayne, had some tension with Paul 'cause that used to be my dog
And it seem like everybody else was tryin to get the ball
But they be said naw, that's the day we impressed
I guess I had to learn to get my own, am I "Correct"?
Now with checks on my desk and my jewelry lookin fresh
And when it come to success, bet nobody can contest
Get love in your city, you'll get hate in your own city too
You know it's all cool, man
[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire]
Freestyle got better, jump shot got worse
So was basketball last and makin rap cash first
Doin rap concerts, that's what I call work
And soon as I hit the turf, the white girls go berserk
Really I ain't never had a whole lot of family
I had to go adopt a VMA and then a Grammy
Talkin to a person that ain't never met a granny
It's lonely at the top, you understand me?
But I still keep it movin, keep the money comin fast
They say the big challenge is to get the dough to mass
Savin money in my stash, movin like the Flash
But it seem the day is longer than the neck on a giraffe
Got Cokes in the cooler, headed to the Kappa Beach
Boys callin for a ride, why you actin like a leech?
1's on my feet, brand new chain and the piece
Every other stop sign I'm takin pictures with a freak, hold up
[Outro - Chamillionaire - talking]
I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm the realest
I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm the realest
I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm the realest eva
The Realeast Eva lyrics - Chamillionaire
[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
I'm the realest eva, no I don't need no proof
I'm-I'm the realest eva, no I don't need no proof
I'm-I'm-I'm the realest eva, no I'm the realest eva
No I'm the realest eva, no I don't need no proof
[Verse - Chamillionaire]
Yeah, racist people look at me like I'm a martian
Check the card, yeah my money lookin dark skinned
Tell the bank teller the black President just walked in
Pac-Man with the grands, I'm, I'm starvin
Fresh to death feelin like I'm in a coffin (yeah)
Take it with me, I'll get buried in my vault then (yeah)
Just watch your Queen baby like a poker cards fan
I tap that and then play her like GarageBand
Carson Daly baby, I be on that paper route
Did it, count it, took it to the bank, deposit, take it out
Uncle Sam be on the nuts but that ain't what I'm thinkin 'bout
Counterfeit the bank and countin, paid 'em with a fake amount (woo)
She ain't really wanna tell ya that she love me
I'm a hop out the closet and jump on ya chick like "Chuckie"
It's the Chamillionaire but they callin me "Mr. Money"
Throw some money my way and I bet I won't miss the money
H-Town where I'm a see ya, pullin my slab right down to feed her
H-Town, yeah I'm the leader, never met Oprah but I'm a meet her
Caddy clean, two seater, Excursion, a few seater
Stop beggin, 'cause my Benz'll turn into a not you seater
Cristal, don't ever drink it but I will get paid to think it
Upload this verse and link it, I sure Will like Jada Pinkett
Four wheels, fo's peel, fill it up, it cost four bills
Better not get in my way 'cause I'll turn y'all to roadkill, yeah
[Chorus]
I'm the realest eva, no I don't need no proof
I'm-I'm the realest eva, no I don't need no proof
I'm-I'm-I'm the realest eva, no I'm the realest eva
No I'm the realest eva, no I don't need no proof
[Verse - Chamillionaire]
Yeah, racist people look at me like I'm a martian
Check the card, yeah my money lookin dark skinned
Tell the bank teller the black President just walked in
Pac-Man with the grands, I'm, I'm starvin
Fresh to death feelin like I'm in a coffin (yeah)
Take it with me, I'll get buried in my vault then (yeah)
Just watch your Queen baby like a poker cards fan
I tap that and then play her like GarageBand
Carson Daly baby, I be on that paper route
Did it, count it, took it to the bank, deposit, take it out
Uncle Sam be on the nuts but that ain't what I'm thinkin 'bout
Counterfeit the bank and countin, paid 'em with a fake amount (woo)
She ain't really wanna tell ya that she love me
I'm a hop out the closet and jump on ya chick like "Chuckie"
It's the Chamillionaire but they callin me "Mr. Money"
Throw some money my way and I bet I won't miss the money
H-Town where I'm a see ya, pullin my slab right down to feed her
H-Town, yeah I'm the leader, never met Oprah but I'm a meet her
Caddy clean, two seater, Excursion, a few seater
Stop beggin, 'cause my Benz'll turn into a not you seater
Cristal, don't ever drink it but I will get paid to think it
Upload this verse and link it, I sure Will like Jada Pinkett
Four wheels, fo's peel, fill it up, it cost four bills
Better not get in my way 'cause I'll turn y'all to roadkill, yeah
[Chorus]
Ain't Nobody lyrics - Chamillionaire
[Chorus - Chamillionaire - 2X]
Ain't nobody cool as me
Ain't nobody cool as me
Ain't nobody, ain't nobody, ain't nobody cool as me
Hold up
[Verse - Chamillionaire]
First of all let's talk about these leeches that be on my sack
Thinkin that I'm gon' get sacked, I Reggie Bush your cornerback
The realest that's on a plaque, the realest to get on a track
Just point me to where you at and I'll visit it on a map
No I'm not gonna say your name, you too lame to be announced
Keep my name up out your mouth and my success gonna take it out
To me it's raining in a drought, you fakers that's fadin out
You mad 'cause I'm what it is and just what it ain't about
And I came with a gang of clout, showed up with a Rapid Ric
He came with a stack of chips you can't explain with a adjective (huh, huh)
Catch me chillin with Victoria models
I be on twenty hour flights, layin horizontal
And you will want to but you can't even fathom
You ain't headed to the Opera, you can't even Phantom
See I hear 'em talkin but I can't understand 'em
These rappers hate the King but can't say that he isn't jammin
You say you hate me and think you rap so greatly
You should step up to the plate, do your best to replace me
That's what I thought, you can't do it, 'cause you ain't me
You flowin in a analog and I'm flowin in HD
Don't get a fan and a male groupie to confuse faker
Confuse it with a male groupie, it's probably you hater
Forget a newspaper, I'm tryin to do new data
So stuck to the viral money, it's feelin like glue paper
F it, I'm 'bout to get rid of my whole fleet
Just gon' keep any car that came before '03
Whole league, guacamole, I am on key
They said you have to be the best, so I'll just own me, yeah
[Chorus]
Ain't nobody cool as me
Ain't nobody cool as me
Ain't nobody, ain't nobody, ain't nobody cool as me
Hold up
[Verse - Chamillionaire]
First of all let's talk about these leeches that be on my sack
Thinkin that I'm gon' get sacked, I Reggie Bush your cornerback
The realest that's on a plaque, the realest to get on a track
Just point me to where you at and I'll visit it on a map
No I'm not gonna say your name, you too lame to be announced
Keep my name up out your mouth and my success gonna take it out
To me it's raining in a drought, you fakers that's fadin out
You mad 'cause I'm what it is and just what it ain't about
And I came with a gang of clout, showed up with a Rapid Ric
He came with a stack of chips you can't explain with a adjective (huh, huh)
Catch me chillin with Victoria models
I be on twenty hour flights, layin horizontal
And you will want to but you can't even fathom
You ain't headed to the Opera, you can't even Phantom
See I hear 'em talkin but I can't understand 'em
These rappers hate the King but can't say that he isn't jammin
You say you hate me and think you rap so greatly
You should step up to the plate, do your best to replace me
That's what I thought, you can't do it, 'cause you ain't me
You flowin in a analog and I'm flowin in HD
Don't get a fan and a male groupie to confuse faker
Confuse it with a male groupie, it's probably you hater
Forget a newspaper, I'm tryin to do new data
So stuck to the viral money, it's feelin like glue paper
F it, I'm 'bout to get rid of my whole fleet
Just gon' keep any car that came before '03
Whole league, guacamole, I am on key
They said you have to be the best, so I'll just own me, yeah
[Chorus]
King Of Tomorrow lyrics - Chamillionaire
[Intro - Sratched Chamillionaire samples]
"I-I-I already made it"
"I-I-I already made it"
"I-I-I already made it"
"I already made it, made it, made it"
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Y'all say that they relevant, I say they embellishin
Keep gettin better, I told 'em that I'm developin
The throne still in the same spot that I set it in
Did have the "Venom" until I drank all the medicine
You're pelicans, your mouth too big so
Won't give you the info, I'll give ya the intro
I'll give ya the hello and I skip to the hell no
I'm knowin that the money the reason you there for
A tall figure, all y'all are raw dinner
I hover about all y'all like Godzilla
I'm crossin a, right, left on a tall sinner
Y'all NBA after W 'cause I ball bigger
What if your fans outnumbered by all your haters
Take a trip to Barbados, enter into hiatus
Enter into a round with no entry for entertainers
We could of did that but instead we just recreate us
So now you are lookin at the brand new we
'Cause it would take a hundred of y'all to make a brand new me
And the man you see, will open man you free
Hit ya chick and then exit when I get a N-U-T
Even without the punchlines, I'm still in front of the line
My (Destiny) was not a (Child), she a woman that's fine
She got me permanently tatted on the back of her spine
I'm 2009, y'all 2000 behind
When the heck did we let all these self promoters get on?
Tired of DJ's always yellin over most of the song
What you smokin on? Michael Phelps must of hand you his bong
You can't tell me nothin if you think you know that I'm wrong
Blog after blog with another mixtape to gossip
You and you did it and you are an accomplice
The messed up part is y'all ain't even makin hotness
Stop it, the mixtapes, you shouldn't even drop it
I taught y'all youngin's how to hit a lick
And you didn't make love to it, you got up in it and you hit it quick
Soon as you got a nut you actin like you innocent
Actin like this little ugly baby isn't even his
All y'all the fathers of what we left with
To hell with this relationship, I'll move on to my next chick
They had life but I gave the tapes a death wish
No competition, the Messiahs' are the best-est
[Break - Chamillionaire - talking ("scratched Chamillionaire samples")]
R.I.P.
("I-I-I-I-I-I-I already made it")
Yeah, pray for me
("I-I-I already made it")
Hold up
("I-I-I-I-I-I already made it")
("All-all-all-all my-all my-all my-all my Mini Me's can have it")
[Outro - Chamillionaire - talking]
Yeah I meant it when I said we was done man
Everybody keep talkin like they don't think I'm serious man
We done with the legacy, we done with the dynasty
We done with the Mixtape Messiah run, it's been fun
Wakin up every night, gettin in the studio doin nothin but freestyles man
It's a little crazy man
You know? I spend 100, out of a 100% of my time
I spend 85% of my time in the studio doin mixtape freestyles
And I can't go as far as I want with 'em
So I decided to switch it up
And now I spend a 100% of my time in the studio makin real songs man
Y'all can't keep comparin my mixtape work to everybody else
It's a unfair advantage
So a, now we gonna do is, we gonna create a new brand called Major Pain
That's gonna be the name that's runnin the game, know what I'm sayin?
New music all on authentic and original beats, know what I'm sayin?
Somethin fresh, somethin new
We got to switch it up man, can't keep doin the same thing
Everybody else in Texas, y'all need to follow my lead man
Put out some real songs, some real music
Real content, know what I'm talkin 'bout?
If you already doin that, then you shouldn't feel offended
If you are offended, then so what?
It's the King, Koopa
[Pimp C sample]
"And a fight go with that"
"I-I get tore up, I-I get tore up under city lights" (city lights, city lights)
"I-I-I already made it"
"I-I-I already made it"
"I-I-I already made it"
"I already made it, made it, made it"
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Y'all say that they relevant, I say they embellishin
Keep gettin better, I told 'em that I'm developin
The throne still in the same spot that I set it in
Did have the "Venom" until I drank all the medicine
You're pelicans, your mouth too big so
Won't give you the info, I'll give ya the intro
I'll give ya the hello and I skip to the hell no
I'm knowin that the money the reason you there for
A tall figure, all y'all are raw dinner
I hover about all y'all like Godzilla
I'm crossin a, right, left on a tall sinner
Y'all NBA after W 'cause I ball bigger
What if your fans outnumbered by all your haters
Take a trip to Barbados, enter into hiatus
Enter into a round with no entry for entertainers
We could of did that but instead we just recreate us
So now you are lookin at the brand new we
'Cause it would take a hundred of y'all to make a brand new me
And the man you see, will open man you free
Hit ya chick and then exit when I get a N-U-T
Even without the punchlines, I'm still in front of the line
My (Destiny) was not a (Child), she a woman that's fine
She got me permanently tatted on the back of her spine
I'm 2009, y'all 2000 behind
When the heck did we let all these self promoters get on?
Tired of DJ's always yellin over most of the song
What you smokin on? Michael Phelps must of hand you his bong
You can't tell me nothin if you think you know that I'm wrong
Blog after blog with another mixtape to gossip
You and you did it and you are an accomplice
The messed up part is y'all ain't even makin hotness
Stop it, the mixtapes, you shouldn't even drop it
I taught y'all youngin's how to hit a lick
And you didn't make love to it, you got up in it and you hit it quick
Soon as you got a nut you actin like you innocent
Actin like this little ugly baby isn't even his
All y'all the fathers of what we left with
To hell with this relationship, I'll move on to my next chick
They had life but I gave the tapes a death wish
No competition, the Messiahs' are the best-est
[Break - Chamillionaire - talking ("scratched Chamillionaire samples")]
R.I.P.
("I-I-I-I-I-I-I already made it")
Yeah, pray for me
("I-I-I already made it")
Hold up
("I-I-I-I-I-I already made it")
("All-all-all-all my-all my-all my-all my Mini Me's can have it")
[Outro - Chamillionaire - talking]
Yeah I meant it when I said we was done man
Everybody keep talkin like they don't think I'm serious man
We done with the legacy, we done with the dynasty
We done with the Mixtape Messiah run, it's been fun
Wakin up every night, gettin in the studio doin nothin but freestyles man
It's a little crazy man
You know? I spend 100, out of a 100% of my time
I spend 85% of my time in the studio doin mixtape freestyles
And I can't go as far as I want with 'em
So I decided to switch it up
And now I spend a 100% of my time in the studio makin real songs man
Y'all can't keep comparin my mixtape work to everybody else
It's a unfair advantage
So a, now we gonna do is, we gonna create a new brand called Major Pain
That's gonna be the name that's runnin the game, know what I'm sayin?
New music all on authentic and original beats, know what I'm sayin?
Somethin fresh, somethin new
We got to switch it up man, can't keep doin the same thing
Everybody else in Texas, y'all need to follow my lead man
Put out some real songs, some real music
Real content, know what I'm talkin 'bout?
If you already doin that, then you shouldn't feel offended
If you are offended, then so what?
It's the King, Koopa
[Pimp C sample]
"And a fight go with that"
"I-I get tore up, I-I get tore up under city lights" (city lights, city lights)
City Lights lyrics - Chamillionaire
[Chorus - Pimp C sample - 2X]
I-I get tore up, I-I get tore up under city lights
Tore up every city, I get tore up under city lights
I-I get tore up, I-I get tore up under city lights
Tore up under city lights, tore up under city lights
[Chamillionaire talking over Chorus]
Okay, yeah, hold up
King Koopa baby
Still slidin, uh
Under city baby
Uh
[Verse - Chamillionaire]
They said you can't take money with you, so it ain't no need to save it
I'm burnin Ben Franklin like he asked to be cremated
Don't congratulate it, if you hate it before I made it
While you haters was born, so it's a happy belated
Wonder why I'm here, I saw a trail and then I blazed it
Good at what I do 'cause every move is calculated
Learn to watch my cash if any chick that I done dated
Those who tried to play me look at my life in amazement
Look up to the Lord and I pray to stay as real as me
'Cause all the rest don't keep it real, forever R.I.P. to C
How many times that they told me they was gonna get at me?
Bet it never happened just like Magic Johnson's HIV
Your girl remindin me of Carlton tryin to do that dance
"Jump on it, jump on it", what ya girl do when she zip my pants
First I flip my mixtape grands, then I got a big advance
Then I made that Caddy dance (tore up, I-I got tore up) and they like "mannn!" (mannn)
Hold up
[Chorus]
(Mixtape Mechanic ...)
I-I get tore up, I-I get tore up under city lights
Tore up every city, I get tore up under city lights
I-I get tore up, I-I get tore up under city lights
Tore up under city lights, tore up under city lights
[Chamillionaire talking over Chorus]
Okay, yeah, hold up
King Koopa baby
Still slidin, uh
Under city baby
Uh
[Verse - Chamillionaire]
They said you can't take money with you, so it ain't no need to save it
I'm burnin Ben Franklin like he asked to be cremated
Don't congratulate it, if you hate it before I made it
While you haters was born, so it's a happy belated
Wonder why I'm here, I saw a trail and then I blazed it
Good at what I do 'cause every move is calculated
Learn to watch my cash if any chick that I done dated
Those who tried to play me look at my life in amazement
Look up to the Lord and I pray to stay as real as me
'Cause all the rest don't keep it real, forever R.I.P. to C
How many times that they told me they was gonna get at me?
Bet it never happened just like Magic Johnson's HIV
Your girl remindin me of Carlton tryin to do that dance
"Jump on it, jump on it", what ya girl do when she zip my pants
First I flip my mixtape grands, then I got a big advance
Then I made that Caddy dance (tore up, I-I got tore up) and they like "mannn!" (mannn)
Hold up
[Chorus]
(Mixtape Mechanic ...)
Just Smile lyrics - Chamillionaire
Yeah
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
See you ain't home to raise your own because you stay on the job
And can't continue to pretend that you don't think it's a prob
You pray to God, she told her that her father work hard
Then her daughter told me that she never knew who he was
Well let's discuss, you used to be not used to the pain
Now the pressure in your blood sure is not new to your veins
You feel the flame but you just want the flame to be tame
Then the doctor tell you that the pain is gonna remain
So you sustain, successfulness just seems like a blur
Ask her who her baby father, she didn't know who they were
She wasn't sure, so everyday the baby with her
And not with him, the chance is slim but if it never occur
Then I assure, that you can trust that all your affairs
Will be eloquently handled by the homie upstairs
They came in pairs, let haters know you're hearing impaired
You don't worry about no problems, let them worry about theirs
And you should
[Chorus - Sample of Johnny P from Scarface's "Smile" (Chamillionaire)]
Smiiile (uh) for me
Won't you just smi-ile, for me (smile for me now)
Smiiile for me (uh)
Won't you just smi-ile (yeah), for me (uh, yeah)
[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire]
Your problems used to be behind you, now they gettin advanced
Soon as you get up on your feet, you'll see the problems just pass
You chasin cash, you not in school but you good at math
Wonder why the dough you add always end up as half
You 'bout to crash and givin up to you nothin new
And the second they just bettin, that's just what you gon' do
But it ain't true, today you'll be the pigeon that flew
It ain't a care up in the air, if it is then it's few
And you ain't through, 'cause you know that you gonna be fine
Today you gonna be on your grind, tomorrow gonna rewind
Let it rewind and you just can't go sit on the pine
It's like hustlin and grind in the new state of mind
'Cause it's the time, for you to just stop bein depressed
You realize that you the best and they gon' call you the best
You know the rest, 'cause even when your money is less
If you're rich with confidence, then you'll eventually get blessed
So you should
[Chorus - Sample of Johnny P from Scarface's "Smile"]
Smiiile for me
Won't you just smi-ile, for me
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
See you ain't home to raise your own because you stay on the job
And can't continue to pretend that you don't think it's a prob
You pray to God, she told her that her father work hard
Then her daughter told me that she never knew who he was
Well let's discuss, you used to be not used to the pain
Now the pressure in your blood sure is not new to your veins
You feel the flame but you just want the flame to be tame
Then the doctor tell you that the pain is gonna remain
So you sustain, successfulness just seems like a blur
Ask her who her baby father, she didn't know who they were
She wasn't sure, so everyday the baby with her
And not with him, the chance is slim but if it never occur
Then I assure, that you can trust that all your affairs
Will be eloquently handled by the homie upstairs
They came in pairs, let haters know you're hearing impaired
You don't worry about no problems, let them worry about theirs
And you should
[Chorus - Sample of Johnny P from Scarface's "Smile" (Chamillionaire)]
Smiiile (uh) for me
Won't you just smi-ile, for me (smile for me now)
Smiiile for me (uh)
Won't you just smi-ile (yeah), for me (uh, yeah)
[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire]
Your problems used to be behind you, now they gettin advanced
Soon as you get up on your feet, you'll see the problems just pass
You chasin cash, you not in school but you good at math
Wonder why the dough you add always end up as half
You 'bout to crash and givin up to you nothin new
And the second they just bettin, that's just what you gon' do
But it ain't true, today you'll be the pigeon that flew
It ain't a care up in the air, if it is then it's few
And you ain't through, 'cause you know that you gonna be fine
Today you gonna be on your grind, tomorrow gonna rewind
Let it rewind and you just can't go sit on the pine
It's like hustlin and grind in the new state of mind
'Cause it's the time, for you to just stop bein depressed
You realize that you the best and they gon' call you the best
You know the rest, 'cause even when your money is less
If you're rich with confidence, then you'll eventually get blessed
So you should
[Chorus - Sample of Johnny P from Scarface's "Smile"]
Smiiile for me
Won't you just smi-ile, for me
I'm On It lyrics - Chamillionaire
[Intro: Chamillionaire - talking]
Haha, you never seen somebody hop out the grave
I mean like, straight out the dirt
Ha, something crazy
Yeah!
Woo!
[Chorus: Chamillionaire]
Hustle all night, hustle all day
I'm about to lose my mind tryin to get my life straight
I be workin all night, workin all day
I'm a always be on time when my money call me
I'm on it, I'm on it, I'm on it, I'm on it
I'm on it, I'm on it, I'm on it, I'm on the way
I'm on it, I'm on it, I'm on it, I'm on it
I'm on it, I'm on it, I'm on it, I'm on the way
[Verse 1: Chamillionaire]
You know what my name is but you could call me Cashis (why?)
Every time you see my name, you know that's where the cash is (okay)
Who sold his soul to the Devil? My homie from the past did
But he still broke 'cause the check bounce soon as he tried to cash it (woo!)
Ashes to ashes, it's dusty in my casket
They said Texas was dead but tell the Grim Reaper "I'm back trick!"
Money is like "Venom" but I'm addicted to the madness
If money was made of poison ivy, I'd deal with the rashes
Dear all of my haters, I can't help that you not great as me
Smart is how I sound 'cause I got grounded when I made a C
Employee I just gave a G, want every letter from A to Z
Prominently just payin you so you could work at payin me (woo!)
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Chamillionaire]
You know what my name is but you could call me "Boss Man"
Buy the building where you work so you could be like "ah, damn"
Y'all ain't about no green so I don't hang around with y'all man
But if you got some green then I be hangin like I'm Tarzan
Now your woman is a groupie, followin my tour van
I'm the reason that she open like a greasy door jam
Problems I be havin are the type you get from flossin
With a Oreo is chick that's yellower than Bart's tan (doh!)
I'm tryin to eat meal good, I don't want no portions
You compare what I get up to yours, it should be more than
Gasoline on your shoes if you come up short man
I be right on your Trail, Blazin it like Portland (woo!)
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Chamillionaire]
She know what my name is but act like I'm a windmill
Think I'm blowin my money away and she gon' win mills
Get real (get real), don't be silly, yeah you're pretty but still (but still)
Nothin move but the money, sit your pretty butt still (sit your pretty butt still)
Put some money in your pocket, then it better get some mileage
If you makin dirty money, better treat it like it's polished
'Cause one day when you ain't got it and your foreign ain't exotic
Haha, forget about it, look how your career is rotted
Fresh and fruity corporate people tellin ya what you have to be
That's the reason that the game is fruity as a apple seed (hey!)
Do it just like Master P, just get all your cash and leave
Y'all know where I'm a be, the next time that ya ask for me
[Chorus]
[Outro: Chamillionaire - talking]
I'm on the way
They want the album to drop fourth quarter
(Sigh), don't matter, still gonna be that fire
Y'all follow me on Twitter, Twitter.com/Chamillionaire
Yeah, Martin Martinez, what up man?
I see ya, ain't forgot about ya
Stop spamin my e-mail addresses though, haha
Mixtape Messiah 7, we out
Haha, you never seen somebody hop out the grave
I mean like, straight out the dirt
Ha, something crazy
Yeah!
Woo!
[Chorus: Chamillionaire]
Hustle all night, hustle all day
I'm about to lose my mind tryin to get my life straight
I be workin all night, workin all day
I'm a always be on time when my money call me
I'm on it, I'm on it, I'm on it, I'm on it
I'm on it, I'm on it, I'm on it, I'm on the way
I'm on it, I'm on it, I'm on it, I'm on it
I'm on it, I'm on it, I'm on it, I'm on the way
[Verse 1: Chamillionaire]
You know what my name is but you could call me Cashis (why?)
Every time you see my name, you know that's where the cash is (okay)
Who sold his soul to the Devil? My homie from the past did
But he still broke 'cause the check bounce soon as he tried to cash it (woo!)
Ashes to ashes, it's dusty in my casket
They said Texas was dead but tell the Grim Reaper "I'm back trick!"
Money is like "Venom" but I'm addicted to the madness
If money was made of poison ivy, I'd deal with the rashes
Dear all of my haters, I can't help that you not great as me
Smart is how I sound 'cause I got grounded when I made a C
Employee I just gave a G, want every letter from A to Z
Prominently just payin you so you could work at payin me (woo!)
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Chamillionaire]
You know what my name is but you could call me "Boss Man"
Buy the building where you work so you could be like "ah, damn"
Y'all ain't about no green so I don't hang around with y'all man
But if you got some green then I be hangin like I'm Tarzan
Now your woman is a groupie, followin my tour van
I'm the reason that she open like a greasy door jam
Problems I be havin are the type you get from flossin
With a Oreo is chick that's yellower than Bart's tan (doh!)
I'm tryin to eat meal good, I don't want no portions
You compare what I get up to yours, it should be more than
Gasoline on your shoes if you come up short man
I be right on your Trail, Blazin it like Portland (woo!)
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Chamillionaire]
She know what my name is but act like I'm a windmill
Think I'm blowin my money away and she gon' win mills
Get real (get real), don't be silly, yeah you're pretty but still (but still)
Nothin move but the money, sit your pretty butt still (sit your pretty butt still)
Put some money in your pocket, then it better get some mileage
If you makin dirty money, better treat it like it's polished
'Cause one day when you ain't got it and your foreign ain't exotic
Haha, forget about it, look how your career is rotted
Fresh and fruity corporate people tellin ya what you have to be
That's the reason that the game is fruity as a apple seed (hey!)
Do it just like Master P, just get all your cash and leave
Y'all know where I'm a be, the next time that ya ask for me
[Chorus]
[Outro: Chamillionaire - talking]
I'm on the way
They want the album to drop fourth quarter
(Sigh), don't matter, still gonna be that fire
Y'all follow me on Twitter, Twitter.com/Chamillionaire
Yeah, Martin Martinez, what up man?
I see ya, ain't forgot about ya
Stop spamin my e-mail addresses though, haha
Mixtape Messiah 7, we out
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