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[Song borrows the beat from Kanye West's "Can't Tell Me Nothing"] [Intro/Chorus: Chamillionaire] (Oh oh oh oh oh) Chamillitary mayne Most of these rappers tell nothin but lies (nothin but lies) (Oh oh oh oh oh) Nahhhhh, nah, nah, nah (woo, woo) You can tell that they lyin when you look in their eyes (Why are we... late) Stop lyin, you boys ain't makin nothin (stop lyin) Stop lyin, you boys ain't makin nothin (stop lyin) (Oh oh oh oh oh) Stop lyin, you boys ain't makin nothin If you ask me they all frontin [Verse 1: Chamillionaire] Yeah, see the sophomore album comin (Oh oh oh oh oh), the definition of horror I don't need your fake friends or your fake Hakuna Matatas (woo) (Oh oh oh oh oh) Osama, the Unabomber, Kevorkian, Jeffrey Dahmer Decided to get together, they never could do what I'm a (Why are we... late) It's like every thought I think is equivalent to a dollar If I lost 10 million, I'd shrivel into a baller (Oh oh oh oh oh) Money never smaller, stacks taller than Jordan's father My wallet be lookin pregnant, Ben Franklin gonna have a daughter SongtexteHolla, if you ever mess with my dollars You'll be pissed on like your name was Isiah Thomas Your label took your album, threw it up in the air and they shot it (blaow) Now that the rap game is rotted, I gotta do somethin 'bout it (Why are we... late) I was movin mixtapes, while Dre was movin the "Chronic" Started movin millions, soon as Kanye's moved into "College" I can take ya overseas in the villas that look exotic You would think it's open bar how the water look like Hypnotiq (Oh oh oh oh oh) I'm the "Million Dollar Man", my money movin "Bionic" Fast like the month of what Ramadan do if you Islamic (yeah) (Oh oh oh oh oh) Bow down to the Mecca, the minute the kid is spotted They like "hassa lamma lakem, " the chick I'm with is a goddess (Why are we... late) And the drop broad is a foreigner like she Scottish I make sure the feet stay with a pedicure, keep 'em polished (Oh oh oh oh oh) Am I not the best to come out of Houston Man be honest How come my name in they mouth more than they orthodontist (Oh oh oh oh oh) If I say that I'm the best, then just know that I'm bein honest If I say I'm filthy rich, then just know that I'm bein modest (Oh oh oh oh oh) You doubt it, just think about it, success gonna assist my promise I'm able to pull unlimited digits out of my wallet (Why are we... late) My digits ain't got no limits, my digits turn into commas My crib so big in mileage, your mansion look like a cottage (haha) (Oh oh oh oh oh) Uh, better not tell me you ain't got it If money you owe's the topic, if money you owe's the topic If money you owe's the topic, you better come through and drop it Better pull somethin outta your ass (outta your ass), like a colonic When ya fail, they all yell, so that y'all sound like some riots The crowd goes wild, the "Victory's" been decided (Why are we... late) Platinum makes 'em be quiet, you wish that you had some silence [silence for 3 seconds] Not Gangsta Boo, I ain't gotta ask "Where Da Dollars At " (where da dollars at) I could show you exactly where the dollars stacks (Oh oh oh oh oh) I have you pacin, I'm navigatin, like I'm a map Like mapquest with the moula, when it come down to that (Oh oh oh oh oh) Y'all tried to wish me out the spot, but I'm still here Have to have cheated cause this life don't even feel fair (yeah) (Why are we... late) Pushin the chrome like I'm rollin on a wheelchair My money longer than the Bin Laden beard hair (Oh oh oh oh oh) I'm still rippin up the game, do you hear the tear (tear) The world still round and y'all still square (Oh oh oh oh oh) [Outro/Chorus: Chamillionaire] Yeah Mixtape Messiah... 3 (Oh oh oh oh oh) Nah, nah, nah, nah Most of these rappers tell nothin but lies (Oh oh oh oh oh) Nah, nah, nah, nah You can tell that they lyin when you look in their eyes (Why are we... late) Stop lyin, you boys ain't makin nothin Stop lyin, you boys ain't makin nothin (Oh oh oh oh oh) Stop lyin, you boys ain't makin nothin If you ask me they all frontin... (Why are we... late) Aus Songtexte Mania