Chamillionaire - I Got lyrics

rate me

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!

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

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

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

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?