[Intro: ~Chamillionaire~ (talking)]Haha, a wise man once told me keep me your friends close and keep your enemies closerAnd he only got close enough to tell me that because, well he was a enemyShout out to all my frenemies, haha, Major Pain boyYeah, yeah![Verse 1: ~Chamillionaire~]I'm in first place, in this wonderful World chaseI'm a current case of a rapper that won't breakPlayin dirty (yeah), I'm too sick with the word playI make words that don't rhyme start rhymin like "you're gay"Be on your way, I'm a mercy mercyYou be workin hard, she givin me your payWomen walk up to me, "it's nothin" that girl say (yeah)Stick money on my shirt like it was my birthday (hey!)Let's go, rest mo', get slowedI'm like "f hoes", they metroed, I'm petroedGet blowed by your girl like red noseAnd every single day I'm catchin a head cold (hachoo)"Pimp Mode", Katt Williams, yeah them knowPut it on a tape and call it the "Best Show"Koop' versus Chamillionaire, which is the best flow?You'll probably see a tie like NBA dress codeBe the best to' (woo), jump up and get squashedJust thoughts, just talk your lip gloss'Cause you spit soft, thick bosses get offAnd I know what you're thinkin, I hit ya with this pause (haha)They say you shouldn't throw stones at a glass houseGot my money up and I throw out of my stash houseWhat your cash 'bout? I ain't takin the tag outAsk me why I bought it, my wallet just passed outRapper ran mouth and I bet he get ran outI bet another sucker gonna follow that man routeI'm a bad cough, that sick, big, bad bossSee me and they bow like "wow, Chat Moss" (haha)Tryin to say that you ain't real if you got itYeah I'm on the internet because it fill up my walletUh, street money helped me get into collegeI bust you in your face, log on and Twitter about it (woo!)Uh, the auducity, run 'em over like athletesSelf serve means I'm the only person that's gassin meYou should ask of me, money lookin like math to meOne plus one equals equity, what it has to beUh, better come at your boy carefullyOr get shown the definition of real realityWho's as bad as me? Any other name is calamity'Cause I be flippin the G's daily like Vanna beWanna challenge me? What a beautiful day that that'll beYou could battle me any Sunday through SaturdayYou a cavity, too sweet to even handle meI'm insanity, not sane, my brain out of me (woo)Take a budget, turn it into confettiIf I start another label I'm a call it "Machete"Nah, won't drop an album 'til I'm motherf'in readyWas gonna call it "Venom", when I'm strikin I am deadlyDon't know me Mister, don't ask me about my sisterThey don't really know me but label me like a risk aYou can have all the swagger, you can have the charismaIf I want your opinion, I'll log on the 'net and Twit ya (Tweet)It's the Mister "Sicker Than Every Pic Ya Makin"But it's no hate and they waitin to get ya issueAnd it's official, I'm so officialTurn my iPhone towards me and I take a picture (cheese!)Women say you real and say that they wanna kiss yaHaters see it happen, that day they gonna wanna diss yaPromise it's a myth, you need to know I will get yaRicher, so I call up my lawyer before I hit ya (uh)You mess with me, impossible gonna be possibleWhat you think we even look at the Oscars for?Hang with me to hear product 'cause he a gossiperThought that we was fly but ain't like a ostrich bro (woo)That's why I say no way, Larry King of this thing, my pay stay okayMixtapes in the street and pass A plus KAunt Jemima plus vagina, you a sweet pussyEvery verse is a better verse, you know what it's worthSince my birth been blessed with a curse, realest on the EarthIt's a curse, get another nurse, in a mini skirtMake her work 'til her feet is hurt, open up your purse, Captain KirkI can't ever be, she'll be payin me (me)Walkin through the mall like we on a shopping spree (spree)Open up the garage, yeah everything you see, black on black like the NAACPGettin money, yeah I let the cat outI get any sicker then I'm probably gonna pass outIn the studio 'cause they sleep on me like the black couchStill got mad clout, that's what haters is mad 'boutHere we go, here we go, I'm in the studioMy whip got me feelin like my name was Domino'Cause it's a big six with me everywhere I goYour chick is still tryin to get me in a figure fourLookin for some hotness, let a heat seeker knowGeorge Bush, one push, let a heat seeker goHit the studio, there goes another heat seeker "whoa!" (whoa)But I don't know why they doubt 'cause I've done this before (whoa)[Outro: ~Chamillionaire~ (talking)]I want a hundred million dollars, hundred million dollarsHundred million dollars, hundred million dollarsTry to get on my level, try to get on my level, let's go, um
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