Chamillionaire

[fox69]

"Frontin"

"Frontin"


Let's get 'em Happy
Go!

[Chorus]
Y'all ain't about nothing
Y'all ain't about nothing
Y'all frontin, y'all frontin, y'all frontin, y'all frontin
Y'all niggaz just hate, Y'all niggaz just hate
Y'all fake, Y'all fake, Y'all fake, Y'all fake
You ain't finna do nothing, you ain't finna do nothing
Y'all frontin, y'all frontin, y'all frontin, y'all frontin
Introducing to you now is the kid they love to hate
But when you saying what you saying
You just say it to my face

[Verse 1]
Yeah you see him? (Yeah)
You see him bow beat him down lean him down (lean him)
Your breathing sound like you now layin down sleepin
You be surrounded or found on the ground beaten
You see him how he look now and he ain't found a reason
My reason is that they won't have to persuade
Me to have the courage to walk right up and say it to your face
A faker never know he fake
A hater never admit he hate
By the time they figure it out is probably gon be too late (yeah)
Grinning up your face is like you tryin to let me know
That you ain't really happy how how I'm getting all this dough
Let the truth be told tell me is your friend a foe
Better make it clear or get mistaken for a hoe (Yeah)
And then you take him to the floor
I can't ignore it if you're talking
But I hope that what you talking ain't about running up or robbing
Walk around like everybody is the enemy just for precaution (just for precaution)
I get no surprised and have to see an early coffin

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
And what you smokin'. your brain clouded yet the pine got your mind polluted
You got some smarts in your mind hey it's time use it
Your friends arrive talkin down on the loud music
Them niggaz's lying plus them concept is gettin included
How could they tell you, you was built to last
You built like a boxing bag, put a whoopin on that ass
See us approachin that set in motion in that hour glass
Wrong words are built too fast, find your exit and dash
Lookin for crabs in a bucket tryin criticize me (me)
But they do it around them niggaz don't say it around me (me)
And if they do us opposite how they feel about me (me)
Turn my back and they relax and talk that lip behind me
I see you a busta and I'mma bust ya in your lip
Put some lipstick in my fist, throwin you a kiss
Since I see that you a sucker, suck a gasoline dick
Put it right up to your lip, put a lighter to the tip (boom!)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Act like you know I'm from the south
We ain't playin, what you sayin?
I can't hear you when you talk
What you want? (What you want?)
What you sayin out your mouth?
We ain't playin, what you sayin?
I can't hear you when you talk
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Act like you know I'm from the south
We ain't playin, what you sayin?
I can't hear you when you talk
What you want? (What you want?)
What you sayin out your mouth?
We ain't playin, what you sayin?
I can't hear you when you talk

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Game Gonna Cost A Fee"

"Game Gonna Cost A Fee"


[Intro - Chamillionaire]
Uh huh, huh
Uh huh, huh (yeah)
Uh huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh (Chamillitary, hold up)
Uh huh, huh
Uh huh, huh (yeah, Chamillitary mayne)
Uh huh, huh, huh. huh

[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
When I empty my pockets out, all they see is G's
So these groupies think they gonna get that alphabet from me
So many cars I lost count, so you can count for me
7, 8, 9, you'll be countin for another week
When I let the top down, they gonna feel a breeze
Wanna feel that Mother Nature, so they wanna ride with me
Naw, I ain't tryna talk, they say that talk is cheap
And I got a million dollar mouthpiece and this game gonna cost a fee

[Intro is repeated in the background without the ad libs throughout the first verse]

[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Man, I ain't trippin about these broads, we've been makin this pimpin look easy
I "Slick Pulla" (what?), kinda like dude that's messin with Jeezy
I hit that switch and we movin on up just like George Jefferson's Weezie (yeah)
I'm long, goin off, (what?), that means my baby needs me
I'm "ghost ridin in my whip", kinda like Keak Sneak and E-Pheezy
The top be goin down, like it's tryna sexually please me
I'm gonna turn on the radio, but I'm not gonna pop in the CD
Cause they playin my song (what?), like I was havin sex with the PD
I'm ridin with a star and banana, bustas better believe me
The star is my chick, the banana is my clip and you see where
All got expensive cars, won't allow a jacker to see me
I ride with bananas and shells like Mario and Luigi
You know I stay poppin up like a genie, those be the Lamborghini
The "top down low" like T.I. Jeezy, Dro, Big Kuntry, and B.G.
Then I pop that trunk and I let it up just so a hater can read me
I got the streets and that's regardless of what you see on TV
Hang my left hand out the window, it's gonna get really breezy
Right now I'm so hot, I'm so on fire, sub-zero couldn't freeze me
Get another plaque, then I'ma go back and party like it's my b-day
March 27th, Ultimate Victory, who's ever with me, hey

[Chorus]

[Break - Chamillionaire]
I get such a good feeling, cause you're right by my side
And I'm grippin on that wood wheel, askin it to be mine
I get such a good feeling, cause you're with me for life
And I'm forever on the grind, cause money stay on my mind

I get such a good feeling, when you're right by my side
And I'm grippin on that wood wheel, askin it to be mine
I get such a good feeling, I cannot be denied
Cause I'm forever on the grind, money stay on my mind

Yeah

 

[fox69]

"Get On My Level"

"Get On My Level"


[Intro - Chamillionaire]
Um, that boy throwed (that boy throwed)
Man that boy throwed, boy throwed
Hmm, that boy throwed, boy throwed, man

[Chamillionaire talking over Intro]
I'm talkin 'bout that Chamillitary boy be puttin it down
Grammys, ringtones, whatever

[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
If bein rich is bad for my health (umm)
Then baby I'ma be ill forever
And I'm known to make ladies melt (ha)
You boys better get on my level
Get on my level, get on my level
Get on my level, get on my level
Get on my level, get on my level
Get on my level, cause your boy burnin up

[Verse - Chamillionaire]
Man, that chrome plated woman, on the hood steady hummin
The messiah who's they summon and the mixtape king is comin
Better hope it's the rapper Nottz, splat somethin on your woman
Only thing we got in common, is the cummin demon (uh)
-nator, a hater, is less and never greater
From continent to continent, I cross 'em like a fader
My garage full of "RARRR", yeah Jaguars and Gators
My hand is where the oak is gon' land like the Raiders (uh)
Grippin, flippin, which vehicle am I pickin?
Got a set of chrome feet and a bunch of beat I'm 'bout to stick in
Little kids stick they faces on the frame and start lickin
Still rollin the old school, with the hood things drippin (drippin)
Lady is gravy, her hair is in the wind
That vehicle that's older than your parents is a sin
My baby, a lady, got yellow candy skin
Open the garage and look in, I'm like where should I begin? (uh)
Driver named Rick, I call him Ricky Retardo
Is lost in the garage like a game of "Where Is Waldo?"
Ask him where he's at, and he's like "Lookin for your Gallardo,
looked in every spot, but I've been lookin for an hour bro."
Sweet tooth candy is on every single car note
Starburst rappers in the interior of my car flow (oh)
But I'm the rapper that stay burstin on the star though (though)
That line went over they head baby, but y'all know
Keep plenty chicks in the coupe like a farm yo
Keep a car, but I don't never see a car note (oh)
You O.J. Simpson with them broads though (oh)
You like 'em white and skinny like a Marlboro
And I keep a chick on each arm like Jack Tripper
If she think I'm a pick her
If not, then I'm a skip her
If I land, somewhere on the island, like the Skipper
The sex on the beach that I'm a give her, is not liquor (not liquor)
You could never think up a thought that's as throwed as me (uh)
Real recognize real, gotta notice me (uh)
Paper chaser, we racin, but you ain't close to C
I'm chamillionaire, but who the hell you supposed to be?
Bought a crib in LA, so the Hollywood sign would notice me
Divine sign, knockin the doors down, that's how you know it's me
How many cribs really here?? Somewhere over three
That real estate is Chamillion's, but let's just show 'em G

[Chorus]

[Outro - Chamillionaire talking]
Your boy burnin up for real man
I'm talkin 'bout tippin down, popped up, wide open
Boy's comin through, fly rides, cars
Candy colors, exotic, know what I'm talkin 'bout?
H-Town, still holdin, that boy Chamillion' gon' hold it down
Uh

 

[fox69]

"Get Ya Burners Out"

"Get Ya Burners Out"


[Female voice:] Chamillitary mayne

[Intro - Chamillionaire (Male voice)]
Get ya burners, get ya burners
(Get ya burners out)
Get ya burners, get ya burners
(Get ya burners out)
Get ya burners, get ya burners
(Get ya burners out)
Get ya burners, get ya burners
(You know who run the south)
Get ya burners, get ya burners
Get ya burners
Get ya burners, get ya burners
Get ya burners
Get ya burners, get ya burners
Get ya burners
Get ya burners, get ya burners
Here he come again
Get ya burners, get ya burners
Here he come again
Get ya burners, get ya burners
Here he come again
Get ya burners, get ya burners
Here he come again
(Mixtape Messiah Part 3!)
Get ya burners, get ya burners
Here he come again

[Chorus - Chamillionaire]
Take a look into the sky, you can see it's goin down tonight
(it's goin down tonight, yeah)
Let 'em know that it's the time for the "Victory", who down to ride?
(let me know if you down to ride, yeah)
You know rap will never die, it's gon' live as long as I'm alive
(as long as I'm alive, yeah)
It's the Mixtape Messiah, it's the Mixtape Messiah
It's the Mixtape Messiah, tell them haters that it's time to hide

[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Man don't try to diss and then patch it up
Yeah, they tried to hate but I'm platinum plus
I just bought a building and snatched the bus
They still actin like they dough matchin up
That's what's up and yeah that's enough to make me make you look like your dumb
Ain't gotta call you an idiot, cause you make yourself look like your one (one)
Ask me if I made some money, I told her that I made a little
Jacked the track from Play-N-Skillz, go get ya burners and pay your bills
And to that company in Houston that bootleg what I come with
I got $2 million to drop on ya in court costs if you touch this
On the CD or I can CPR, heard the music ran out of breath
Rap game, still alive cause I snatched the music up outta death (death)
I don't really mean disrespect to none of y'all, but I confess
Don't compare me to another artist that's rappin now because I'm the best

[Break - Chamillionaire (Male voice)]
(Tell 'em that I said that I'm the best)
I hear them burners now
(Tell 'em that I said that I'm the best)
I hear them burners now
(Tell 'em that I said that I'm the best)
I hear them burners now
(Y'all know how run the internet)
I hear them burners now

[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire]
You couldn't even bring a camera and you mad and you confused
Scratch your head and wonderin how we all got in here with tools
Wanna know who break the rules, then you should know that I'm the dude
My promotion game is smooth, so my control will be on cruise
You could be the biggest journalist, I'll probably look at you
like you crazy if you ask about me about 50 in the interviews
Cause I'm 'bout me and I don't really care about what others do
If it ain't about me then take the question and adjust the question to
I am sure not the rapper that a label can abuse
You could be the biggest bumblebee, my buzz get big as you
It's part 3, I had to come again, I just released Part 2
It's drainin me, but it's still goin down like water in a pool
Yeah, that's a quarter, add a penny, count it up and you have to
realize that we the guys with more 26's than your couch do
I'm not him and I'm not him, so watch who you talkin that mouth to
Cause if it's money, I run harder than y'all boys in my house shoes

[Hook]

"Get ya burners" - [repeated until the end]

[Outro - Chamillionaire - talking]
Remember the promise you gave me on Part 2
You promised your gonna go get my album
A real copy, don't download it, don't bootleg it
With this one, you can put this in the streets, download it, give it to your friends
Give it to your partners, whatever
I'm still in the streets, knee deep, Mixtape Messiah Part 3 is what it is
Chamillitary is the label and I'm still an artist that will lyrically slay you

Here he come again ...

 

[fox69]

"Get Ya Umbrellas Out"

"Get Ya Umbrellas Out"


[Intro - Chamillionaire]
(Cheah, cheah, cheah, cheah)
(Chamillitary mayne)
We just warmin up though
(Cheah, cheah, cheah, cheah)
(Chamillitary mayne)
Yeah, yeah, let me get ready
(Cheah, cheah, cheah, cheah)
(Chamillitary mayne)
Mixtape Messiah Part 2 is what you tuned into
Until we get to Mixtape Messiah Part 20, lets go

[Chorus - Chamillionaire - 2X]
I'm like a legit criminal doin dirt in the underground
Everybody smilin, I'm knowin it's cause I run it now
'Bout to bring the rain, just so they know how the thunder sound
Cheah, cheah, get ya umbrellas out

[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
You ain't never been a baller, ya always livin to be
Money ain't tall. all of y'all is my Mini Mes
Picture y'all, ever doin it big as me
Slimmer than the chances of y'all gettin rid of me
Uh, uh, take it easy on 'em (take it easy on 'em)
Uh, uh, now "Don't Hurt 'Em Hammer" ("Don't Hurt 'Em Hammer")
Uh, uh, now take it easy on 'em (I cock the hammer, bam)
Uh, uh, now "Don't Hurt 'Em Hammer"

Yeah, the Air Forces with the suit, but does that make me a weirdo
Took out the grill, they no longer see how the grill glow
I hear ya talkin but it's hard for me to hear though
Hearin gettin blocked by this 10 karat earlobe (woo)
You know me, got "Revenge" and that was last year
Criminal, all the awards gettin snatched, cheah (cheah)
Comin with Ultimate Victory, now it's clear
That Chamillionaire comin with Heat like I'm Shaq's peers (haha)
I shoplift a rapper for his "Number 1 Spot"
Trespass for the cash and stack up a whole knot
And then I mash on the gas, gotta go, here come cops (pppum)

[Break - Chamillionaire]
We outta here (uh, take it easy on 'em)
Mixtape Messiah Part 2, we almost there baby (Uh, uh and "Don't Hurt 'Em Hammer")
Until we get to Mixtape Messiah Part 28 (Uh, uh, take it easy on 'em)
Y'all know what it is, Chamillitary mayne (Uh, uh, "Don't Hurt 'Em Hammer")

[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire]
Lookin at my cars and my clothes, black on black's the new thing
"What you lookin at nigga?" startin to be the new slang
Black on black crime and black on black rhyme, all the same
Realize through seein eyes that we F'in up the game
The originators didn't survive, rappers really your bastards
And the Phantom Rolls Royce is really your caskets
A bunch of babies and ladies, period rappers
The naggin keeps goin and goin with no period after
Hall pass, pass, pass, Screw too it's a shame
Some say the purple syrup was the root of the blame
Some call it a Screw, so people remember the name
The rest sellin tapes screwed, tryna eat off his fame
Now I use half of my mind capacity, smarter people just have to be
Sarcastic critics ain't gettin it, if you laugh at me
I'm from the south, where your mouth will make you a casualty
Criticizin me, but your snap dancin to "Laffy T"
Yeah, yeah, anywhere on the planet
I seen you all doin that Joc dance dammit
One day I'ma make a classic, if I haven't
Hater is a hateration, the Me-ssiah won't have it
Kill you, they gonna say he was an idiot man
I spit a verse by doin it, the streets give me your praise (haha)
Fans love you in mysterious ways
Major labels callin 'em artists but they really are slaves
Pick a grave, cause every damn one of 'em's like a graveyard
and your just an item on sale like it's Kmart
And the budget you workin with is your pay card
If your budget's low, don't worry, don't even pay for it
Just take it, I hope that you can run quick
I'm a "Undaground Legend" like Hump and Lil' Flip
Money is the case, yeah, usually when it's switched
It's Chamillitary mayne, now say it cause it sticks
Even with Paul, I never tried to steal all his glory
Never begged Swishahouse niggaz to make a hit for me
Naw, I ain't tryna copy his story
Naw, history is me, yeah

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Go Get It"

"Go Get It"


[Intro:]
Mmmhmmm, alright
Chamillitary mayne
Mmmhmmm, the money's calling me
Everybody knows how I feel about my bank
Some say I'm heartless, but y'all know I ain't
Don't have no problems, as long as you're keeping it G
The money's calling me

[Verse 1:]
Yeah, I could have went Hollywood, but I stayed trill and remained true
Still riding them big blades that I slide on when I skate through
Ever told me you hate haters, well guess what, that makes two
Cause nowadays he got paid, [?]
You girl want me to serve pipe, got pa'tners on their third strike
And they going for they fourth, it's like they know they wanna serve life
Got pa'tners that [?] life and got pa'tners that [?] for life
No longer beefing with Mike Jones, but I still murder mics

[Hook 1:]
City where you from, you made it from the slum
Now they're acting like you over, you've gotta give 'em some
Park your Caddy in the sun
They didn't know you did it, but they'll always be some people getting mad about your digits
They boys that never did it, disrespecting what you've done
Got some ladies catching feelings, tryn'a be your number one
Got the world on your back, I know the pressure weigh a ton
But we keep on grindin' on 'em, tell 'em money here I come

[Hook 2:]
I be like, let's go get it
Let's go get it
I drop it out [?] no acting timid
I'm like, let's go get it
Let's go get it
I drop the top, then turn up the [?] so they can feel it
I'm like, let's go get it
Let's go get it
Looking at my watch, time is money, so I'm counting minutes
Got the world on your back, know the pressure weigh a ton
But we keep on running on 'em, tell 'em money here I come

[Verse 2:]
Can't sidetrack these lying cats
Tryn'a make me take a straight loss
He say he got them birdies, told 'em I don't even play golf
Completely different sport, they got me balling, practise paid off
Step back and hit that switch, it's like, there's no blocking my J, dawg
Got diamonds in my [?] chain, celly going "rang rang"
Look down inside my dough make sure I've got my Kirko Bang Bang
And I ain't talking 'bout car bass
See how fast your heart race
And I keep it ghetto boy, but please don't end up with a scar-face
I twist in that little key, and then start my car up
Before noon, I flip mode, then registers at Starbucks
Don't talk much, I talk math, don't subtract, let's add
Gold Roley and [?], your accessories [?]
Go count ones, then check twice, just get it right, don't guess though
I hope the money ain't short dawg, cause I never settle for less ho
A big salute to my congregation, we get dollars no [?]
Money pockets with money in them is always part of my dress code

[Hook 1]

[Post-Hook:]
I be like, let's go get it, alright
Let's go get it (go), let's go get it, alright
Let's go get it (go), let's go get it, alright
Looking at my watch, time is money, so I'm counting minutes
Got the world on your back, I know the pressure weigh a ton
But we keep on grindin' on 'em, tell 'em money here I come
They ain't hustling the same as me, alright
The money's calling me

[Bridge:]
We ain't worried 'bout a thing, cause we, alright
Grinding so hard they can't believe
They ain't really who they claim to be, alright
All this money's never changing me
Loyalty is everything to me, alright
And that's why, I'm staying suckerfree

[Hook 1]

[Post-Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Go Hard"

"Go Hard"


"Chamillitary Mayne"

[Chamillionaire]
You in the presence of the finest
My rims twenty-somethin, age twenty-somethin
Try to count the millions I done made... twenty-somethin?
No homo

I go hard! Its goin down, get ready for the show
I go hard! Mixtape God stepping through the do'
I go hard! Ain't another rapper f-in' with the flow
I go hard! Y'all need to stop actin like you slow
I go... Y'all need to stop actin like you slow
I go hard! Y'all need to stop actin like you slow
I go hard! Y'all need to stop actin like you slow
I go hard! "Y'all need to stop actin like you slow"
I go hard!

Ay, I'll go at anyone of you dudes that used to hang with the click
Who runnin round makin the threats about how gangster you get
You put your neck on the line, the YOU takin a slip
Do like a chick that won't let me hit and try to stay off my dick
Or I'ma prove that you don't want it with Mufasa, you got the
Warnin it's about to get ugly as Chewbacca
Bout to make me hot as stew pasta, too salsa
Holla in Espanol, cucaracha, tu caca
You see me sittin in it, you can bet that it ain't rented
See the fo'-five infinite Caucasian white tinted
Eyes lookin squinted, they can't tell me that it didn't
Pop eyes, like the ball, white got it like spinach
Chamillitary Mayne, we in the house like tenants
Oh dog, I'm a menace, oh Lord, I'm a dentist
Y'all sound like gimmicks, y'all sound quite finished
And all y'all hang around a bunch of clowns like Grimace
Meanwhile on the other side of town
Plate full of bullets and another side of rounds
I'm too deep, make a pot of a lotta nouns
Spit a verse and every person that you love about to drown
I'm a shark in a bloody game of Marco Polo
Dart flyin through the air to mark your polo
Haters try to tell me they don't heart my logo
Others love it so they hug it with their heart, no homo
You a bozo and I am no clown, I am the town
When I step into public, you know it's goin down
When I step back in the city you already know, it's goin down
That I be overseas gettin them G's fall out please, you know it's goin down
Lil Wayne's song describe my smallest bank account silly
A millie millie, a millie, a millie millie millie
I'm movin in it like Diddy, your city's my city
They try to throw me the kitty, the kitty's like "gimme"
Didn't drop for a minute, bootleggers told me they need me
Looks like the whole region is ready to BCD me
Clowns in the H tryna act like they wanna see me
I'm poppin up like a genie, they disappear like Houdini
You busters must have snorted that Whitney, I am sick G
Peeew, hot, heat seeking missiles be tryna sick me
Wish he, would try to throw it my way and piss me
Off, here's a thought, I make your history a mystery
[Sound of Twilight Zone theme] ...Twilight zone
I'm worth two thousand more than me with my ice on
I'm a butcher with a weapon baby, I knife songs
Mo' murder murder, mo' murder, like I like Bone
The only way that you could ever be hotter than me
Is if I don't put out no music and that spot'll be free
Always grindin, any time I ever spotted a G
I was on point like a decimal, a dot or a P-
E-R-I-O-D, no paper out of my reach
Shakin Uncle Sam, I keep a lotta receipts
And nah Cham ain't never the one to bring no sand to the beach
I put the moula in my hand and bring grands to the street, yah
Pullin up in the newest ish, you ain't never knew exist
Baby get inside, darling you can smell the newishness
You can see the platinum, see the clearness and the bluishness
Lookin at my jewellery tryna figure out who my jeweller is
Underground money never disappears
When your mixtape, flow and skill is sick as his
Know its big business, I be on them businesses
You all be actin immature so now I roll with bigger kids
Ridin on 28's, my rims clear a lotta cones
Ridin through the city mayne I hear a lotta clones
Kill a microphone like I'm Killa Kyleon
Bout to change my rap name, (to what?) Killa Clinaclone
I promised that the mic gon' need a mic toe tag
Its still clear, I'm still here and that's despite you're a fag
I left the underground alone and nobody came and took it
Well guess who's back to take it like good lookin
Uh, look in the garage, your cars ain't sick as ours
I done had the doors ajared on plenty cars
I was gettin large while y'all was chillin hard
So the rappers praise the God, (my lord) like synagogue
Just when they thought it was haters win, I'ma hurt 'em all
Just when they thought it was traitors win, I'ma curve the ball
I'm always right but I act like I never heard of wrong
And I know it all like I'm able to give a nerd a call
Clark Kent but I'm sure I can make the shirt come off
Mixtape Messiah 4, its like I'm (click) cocking a burner y'all

"Get ya burners, get ya burners, here we come again"
You know who the streets waiting to see... me
"Get ya burners, get ya burners, here we come again"
Mixtape Messiah part fo', let's go

I try to chase the green face like The Wizard of Oz
Took the yellow brick road, two acquisitive cars
Don't wanna hear nothing real? You should be skipping my parts
My swagger get any higher, I'll be sitting on Mars
I don't post on blogs or chat about what singers gay
I don't switch green names and change up everything I say
I don't let SoundScan allow a lame the right of way
You could sell ten-million and still be not who I'ma play
Car pearly, white as teeth, I guess that you could say I'm flossin
See me and think of green, like Saint Patrick's Day or Boston
I lead and they follow, these rappers guilty of stalkin
The underground was dead but I'm about to leave the coffin

 

[fox69]

"Good Morning"

"Good Morning"


[Chorus]
I want to show all of my haters love (hey!)
This song's for you (this song's for you)
If you had it like me and I was in your shoes
I'd probably hate on me too
See when you're gettin big cash stacks, all the haters hate that
'Cause they hate to see you be successful
I want to show all of my haters love
So I wave to you like "good morning"
Ha-ha-ha-ha-haters, good morning
Ha-ha-ha-ha-haters, good morning

[Verse 1]
Yeah, today gonna be (A Good Day), I'm feelin like I'm Ice Cube
I'm wakin up like can't nobody mess up my mood
Knowin I'm a boss, I'm a do what I choose
If I was you then I would probably (hate of me too)
If it's true (true), that money is time, then watch this
Ain't tryin to run out of time, so I purchase some watches
Y'all sick, the chips got the haters nauseous
They chicks jumpin in my whip like a mosh pit
I wish (wish) I could be effected by any hate but I can't (can't)
'Cause I just get effected by the bank
It's great (great) to never know the feel of bein fake
I awake, then I go take a visit to the sink
Uh, dirty money got me sanitizin my hands
Lord knows what the previous owner did with these grands
Yeah, I ain't sayin it just to brag
I say it so you can be motivated to get the cash

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Hold up (hold up)
Success is a woman, I always had dreams of sexin
If wantin her is a crime, just take me in for possession
Even in a recession, I'm leavin a good impression
Reflection on the rims, so they can see they expressions
I'm busy man, you need to schedule an appointment
Haters on they job and they act like they enjoy it
Wake up in the morning, now hop into my foreign
Walk into the bank and it's just like a house warming
Hey, we get the money by the minute
They said we couldn't do it (do it) but we already did it (did it)
I'm fresh outfitted and my Benz got kitted
'Cause I get-get-did it and you did-did-didn't
I admit it, I'm really 'bout to show you how I do
If you know that you a hater, this dedicated to you
You hatin my last move, I'm way on my next move
See they hate to see you be successful

[Chorus]

Ha-ha-ha-ha-haters, good morning
Ha-ha-ha-ha-haters, good morning

 

[fox69]

"Got A Lot Of Options"

"Got A Lot Of Options"


[Intro/Chorus - Chamillionaire]
Uh Huuuh!
I got the thugs body rockin'
Girls body flockin'
I ain't trippin still got a spot to put the glock in
Blades steady choppin'
Boppa's steady boppin'
Got a lot of ladies yeah i got a lot of options

I got the thugs body rockin'
Girls body flockin'
Clothes lookin' throwed like i just came back from shoppin'
Blades steady choppin'
Boppa's steady boppin'
Got a lot of ladies yeah i got a lot of options

[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire]
Baby all i know is im on 4's
And this candy over silver sprayed on all my doors
These brauds steady tellin me my car so throwed
But my patna hopped right out and picked the braud i choose
Beat up in a slab tv screens steady fallin'
Lookin for some chicks and big business to get involved in
Use to be on 4's had them swangas steady crawlin' (4 real)
Use to hit that cappa and that classic in new orleans
I took the doo-rag of the braids but i cant see a thang
Sun is out but it look dark in my new set of versace shades
Boys wonderin' and tryin' to count what i done made
Cause my pockets lookin' pudgy and my jordan's lookin' swayed
Darlin' im afraid that somethin isnt right
She keeps sayin that im cool but she keeps sayin she a dike
How do i persuade the braud to take the pipe
Tell her get off from my swangas or get plumin' in your life

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Chamillionaire]
Wanna be's throwin' ones tryin' to show that they makin cash
Lookin' stupid than a mother all though it'll raise ya tabs
Cause the vehicles and jewelry we got is way mo' advanced
There's more colors in a watch than a set of jamaican flags
Pick it all up in bags the promoters like make it fast
Cause here comes another monsoon and these boys is goin' make it last
Y'all hit the club tryin' to act like ya poppin' tags
Hit the club and ya new clothes and you know you goin' take it back
Ima fly rides owner ain't no need to take a cab
Cause the key ain't nothin' to me i got cars so just take the slab
Say you doin' it bigger it trip us so they can laugh
Cause i done ran threw way mo' numbers than student's can do in math
40 large in my pocket's is causin' my pants to sag
Still in love with my money like i use to say in the past
Who can do it better is the question they hate to ask
Walk right out ya conversation and hope that it make ya mad

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Gotta Be The Baddest"

"Gotta Be The Baddest"


[Intro:]
Owww, woow, shes so beautiful
Nah I'm talking about you move to the left baby
I'm talkin about the car, ha
I'm just playin baby

Now all my players in the house, all my players in the house tonight, come on
Now all my ladies in the house I can make you feel incredibly right, uh

[Verse 1:]
Now this for all the guys who tricking on all the women I know
Writing love notes like I paid the note on your tahoe
Purchasing more than nachos, chocolates and moskados
Say she your darling and you balling like chicago
You giving her d. rose you trying to be mvp man
Most valuable player you should throw your defeat in
Love her and never cheating you eating and never skeeting
Lean in the car and kiss me before she can get her feet in
Eyy,
That just mean that she couldn't wait
She tell me I smell good I tell her she looking great
She say that she love the car to get it what did it take
I say this isn't a rental it didn't come with a rate, we late
Let off the brakes and then we proceed to coast
I tell her that if she wants she can get as high as the slopes
She say that she doesn't smoke do you I tell her nope
And that one word got her wet as a bar of soap
Let's open an envelope we gotta give an award
To someone who could pull them by never saying a word
Before ever leaving the curb without opening liquor and never breaking an herb
I know this don't sound possible to some of you lames
Bout to strain your whole brain tryna get her ta change
You got to name drop names of every person you came
In contact with in your life that's just terrible game
Ain't gotta spend a milli on her and be living the lie
Just be playa you should give it a try
And if you know your never ever tricking on no woman like I
Then all my players put your hands in the sky, one mo time

[Chorus:]
Ain't gotta spend a milli on her and be living a lie
Just be a playa you should give it a try
And if you know your never ever tricking on no woman like I
Then all my players put your hands in the sky

You gotsta be the baddest
You gotsta be the baddest girl
You gotsta be the baddest
You gotsta be the baddest girl

[Verse 2:]
You know you gotsta be the baddest
If you really goin make me add this
6 dollars and 55 cents to my tab miss
Wait a second just do the math if
This equals a drink then it also equals your address
Haha I'm just playing nah I'm just serious
Object in the mirror is clearer than it appear it is
Every girl that's hearing this wanna ride a luxurious
Mercedes for ladies with the upgraded interiors
Yea roam with a player that got experience
Stuntin and feelin on all of your different areas
Playin spin the bottle till we both get delerious
Curosity killed the cat just call me curious
Because you know I'm bout to kill it tonight
All my players put your hands in the sky
And ladies you say you partuin with us and say you bringina freind as fine you it better not be a tie
Cause you gotsta be the baddest
Really your friend is average
You dope and your friend shady it's like I'm cashis
Really she should relax if I'm talking to you then why is she saying your ad libs (you bad miss)
Nah I don't trust her she got a fast lip
If her mouth could run I know hers would run a lap quick
Fast chick if she ain't a snake then she an actress
Leave her alone with me well see how cut that the grass is

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
You know I lost a little venom the lyrics are still as toxic
Lookin at my watch she notice it ain't a clock tick
None of em successful when ever they try to lock chicks
Cause in another life I probably coulda bein a locksmith
Hear boys sayin nah he ain't messin with my chick
Now she shotgun and that's why they call it the cockpit
Then I see you in your lil designer outfit
And look at you what is that velvet nah just ostrich
You fly you even bought you a tie
I walked right past her and didn't even say hi
She turned and watched me walk past and yell bye
I'm wondering what I said to even make her reply
I guess that's how it goes when your dealing with pro's
I'm really ssayin nothin and she know to remove her clothes
Ain't taking none of these hoes you know to papadeuxs
I'm pulling up to the curb and then I'm just popping dows
Get out