Chamillionaire - On The Grind Homie lyrics

rate me

Yeah!

It's Major Pain, baby

Knahtalkinbout?

Ha, Ha

Ight, let me get serious

KOOPA!

I come through and show em how to do it (WOO)

And she like 'Boy, you tha truth' (You tha truth)

And he like (yeah) 'Boy, you tha truth' (you tha truth)

And she like (hold up) 'Boy, you tha truth'

So what I'm goin try to do is

Go a little faster

Then I'm a go a lil slow

Switch upt he style a lil bit, knahtalkinbout?

You ready?

I'm ready, baby

Turn my headphones up

Hear it go

I'm back to the bone, it feel like I'm the best and they cannot contest when I'm kicking that mess

Cause ya chick is undressed when she lifting her dress It's like Mannie and Fresh they be looking like flesh!

Anybody that's on the net, saying Chamillionaire ain't the best

Get off the D, get off the I and let your keyboard figure the rest

Cause I impress my own self, and only the man upstairs can judge me

Re-tellers open ya mixtape rappers than they hug me

I control the market, even bootleggers be lovey dovey

Plus the necklace got em thinking that Johnny the jeweler's my buddy

Crash test the best, cause if you hate me than youse a dummy

Gimme a month I bet you turn the opposite of chubby

Ever verse is crack, and crack kids be singing they love me

Mix-tape Messiah 4 I bet that you become a drugy

They sayin that money talks, rappers better not I make a sound

Walkin a major money, is none of these rappers is found

Even the mayor know my papers enough to buy the town

Plus the wheels of fortune, so I'm a bout to buy a noun

Ever verse is a msterpiece, my money's still stacking like Master P's

Feeling like Mighty Mouse the way I be taking flights to stack the cheese

Please, you better not make another sound

Yeah, yeah I rep the Texas they just "Download my style"

Welcome to the garage, pick any car and the room she yells 'which'

Like she was staring at the lady that's on the broom

Can't call it a fleet (why) more like a patone

Different car everyday of the week from fourth of July till June

Look at how they change they tone, who not playa

In the wind I'm in Berlin, I know it's you not dear

Into the coat in the ATM they sound like AOL

Soon as I'm checkin my account it tells me "You Got Mail"

Ha, ha, Merci Bocu Monname, who is cold as me?

Betty fresh kiss the kicks when they stick in all his teeth

French chick was in the whip, now she sitting on the street

She was looking fine till she ask me she can hold a G

Yeah, and if I want I'm a get it

And if I don't really want it, then it can leave I'm a let it

Used to be N Luv With My Money, now I'm in love with my credit

By the bar with they dollars I buy a building with debit

Uh, I hit that Harlem Nights, It's goin prepare the storm

Look up to the roof it's reindeer, feeling like Santa's home

Famous bet that he could leave out with the baddest one

Call her dot com cause she lookin like she Amazon

Got her suit like T.I., and I got a hundred million more to go

Boys in Texas D.E.Y. know they know like Shorty (Shawty) Lo

Lil Boosie check out the bang, getting check ya shorty know

Checkout my bank account they won't ever come up shorter low

Woo, they be like Koopa you so cocky bro

Cause I did everything that they say was impossible

And I feel like a one man wrecking crew, what I need a posse for?

All this ice on me like I got hit with hockey throat

Duck, they say that they wanna have fun

Feeling like Sliverspoons in the pool of the mansion

See ya breast stroking in the nude and I had one

So I'm a 'turn the camera on the pool', like Camron

Had this chick in the crib, told me that I was difficult

Told me I should go back to the days when I had the glistening too

Then she tried to tell me I should go back to rap with, Who?

Mappala Weezyana (yeah) I bet'cha that she gonna get the boot

Kop, mother nature must of had a son

Cause I'm flyer than the roof in the gigantic storm

They say Mixtape Messiah here, haters prepare better to run

When ya see me greemy like "Cannon" I'm a a don

HUH!