Chamillionaire - 100 Million lyrics

rate me

Haha, a wise man once told me keep me your friends close and keep your enemies closer

And he only got close enough to tell me that because, well he was a enemy

Shout out to all my frenemies, haha, Major Pain boy

Yeah, yeah!

I'm in first place, in this wonderful World chase

I'm a current case of a rapper that won't break

Playin dirty (yeah), I'm too sick with the word play

I make words that don't rhyme start rhymin like "you're gay"

Be on your way, I'm a mercy mercy

You be workin hard, she givin me your pay

Women 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 slowed

I'm like "f hoes", they metroed, I'm petroed

Get blowed by your girl like red nose

And every single day I'm catchin a head cold (hachoo)

"Pimp Mode", Katt Williams, yeah them know

Put 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 code

Be the best to' (woo), jump up and get squashed

Just thoughts, just talk your lip gloss

'Cause you spit soft, thick bosses get off

And I know what you're thinkin, I hit ya with this pause (haha)

They say you shouldn't throw stones at a glass house

Got my money up and I throw out of my stash house

What your cash 'bout? I ain't takin the tag out

Ask me why I bought it, my wallet just passed out

Rapper ran mouth and I bet he get ran out

I bet another sucker gonna follow that man route

I'm a bad cough, that sick, big, bad boss

See me and they bow like "wow, Chat Moss" (haha)

Tryin to say that you ain't real if you got it

Yeah I'm on the internet because it fill up my wallet

Uh, street money helped me get into college

I bust you in your face, log on and Twitter about it (woo!)

Uh, the auducity, run 'em over like athletes

Self serve means I'm the only person that's gassin me

You should ask of me, money lookin like math to me

One plus one equals equity, what it has to be

Uh, better come at your boy carefully

Or get shown the definition of real reality

Who's as bad as me? Any other name is calamity

'Cause I be flippin the G's daily like Vanna be

Wanna challenge me? What a beautiful day that that'll be

You could battle me any Sunday through Saturday

You a cavity, too sweet to even handle me

I'm insanity, not sane, my brain out of me (woo)

Take a budget, turn it into confetti

If I start another label I'm a call it "Machete"

Nah, won't drop an album 'til I'm motherf'in ready

Was gonna call it "Venom", when I'm strikin I am deadly

Don't know me Mister, don't ask me about my sister

They don't really know me but label me like a risk a

You can have all the swagger, you can have the charisma

If 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 issue

And it's official, I'm so official

Turn my iPhone towards me and I take a picture (cheese!)

Women say you real and say that they wanna kiss ya

Haters see it happen, that day they gonna wanna diss ya

Promise it's a myth, you need to know I will get ya

Richer, so I call up my lawyer before I hit ya (uh)

You mess with me, impossible gonna be possible

What you think we even look at the Oscars for?

Hang with me to hear product 'cause he a gossiper

Thought 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 okay

Mixtapes in the street and pass A plus K

Aunt Jemima plus vagina, you a sweet pussy

Every verse is a better verse, you know what it's worth

Since my birth been blessed with a curse, realest on the Earth

It's a curse, get another nurse, in a mini skirt

Make her work 'til her feet is hurt, open up your purse, Captain Kirk

I 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 NAACP

Gettin money, yeah I let the cat out

I get any sicker then I'm probably gonna pass out

In the studio 'cause they sleep on me like the black couch

Still got mad clout, that's what haters is mad 'bout

Here we go, here we go, I'm in the studio

My whip got me feelin like my name was Domino

'Cause it's a big six with me everywhere I go

Your chick is still tryin to get me in a figure four

Lookin for some hotness, let a heat seeker know

George Bush, one push, let a heat seeker go

Hit the studio, there goes another heat seeker "whoa! " (whoa)

But I don't know why they doubt 'cause I've done this before (whoa)

I want a hundred million dollars, hundred million dollars

Hundred million dollars, hundred million dollars

Try to get on my level, try to get on my level, let's go, um