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[talking: Chamillionaire] Nine million Ten million Eleven million... Keep on Let's get it! It's Koopa! Ch-ch-ch-ch-Cheyah! Mixtape Messiah to you OWWW! [sample x2: Pimp C] I Got Money (yeah) I Got Clothes (fasho) I Got Whips (let's go) I Got... (Let's go) I Got Money (woo) I Got Clothes (fasho) I Got Whips (uh) I Got... Mixtape Messiah part five, you in the presence of the finest, already told you that You know what it is, Chamillionaire dot com, let's go Let's go Fasho Yeah, yeah, hold up Songtexte [Verse 1:] What if I told you if I said I was better than 50, Kanye and Weezy Would you believe me or would you be mad like I'm talking greasy What if I said I was way better than all these little cheesy rappers On TV they really be making cooner look easy You easy breezy, Covergirl's get'cha nails done by Tyra In the streets I'm on fire and that's until I retire I'm out in Tyler the mayor said I'm the Mixtape Messiah So you get fired they messing with none of you rappers for hire I don't admire none of ya'll, plus I feel like I'm greater Wanna get served I'm a waiter and bullets I gotta play da (woo) Anybody jump fly I turn to a demonstrater Major label that pay you and manager ain't goin save ya Not just the best in my city, I'm like the best on the planet I'm a God from above the streets is just where I landed Haters all on my nuts but it ain't no need to panic That Real Estate is expanded because my nuts is gigantic Ha, Ha [x2:] I Got Money (yeah) I Got Clothes (let's go) I Got Whips (uh-huh) I Got... (let's go) I Got Money (yeah) I Got Clothes (fasho) I Got Whips (hold up) I Got... I make this look pretty man, knahtalkinbout? I be balling and weaving on these boys, man Still in the game, knahtalkinbout? Doin that, getting in the streets Doin what I do best, yes I'm superfresh, superfly, all the time Hold up [Verse 2:] Place the chips that they tackle, doing it like it's no hassle Fourth in gold which is known that I'm goin be showboating after If my career ever dies, then the rest of ya'll goin be bastards Because I fathered the balling rap style that cha'll try'na master (hold up) Chamillionaire lost ya dummy, how is you sounding? SoundScan can't make my money not look like a mountain Where the haters I'm scouting, cause I be loving the doubting Just coordinate all the hating and start in time for my album Don't mix business with pleasure, I just mix money with money If I see Oprah approach, I bet she'll walk up and hug me It's like I stuffed them with cotton, they see my pockets is junky Money's the root of all evil, they feel my pockets like Chucky I'm getting rusty, I normally can make a thousand a minute But I been slipping my numbers is somewhere down there in finnit We right back down to the ground, they wanna hear a sound of me kill it It's gonna sound like a nogeration to turn when I get it Get it? Aus Songtexte Mania