100 Million

[Intro - Chamillionaire - talking] 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! [Verse 1 - Chamillionaire] 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, jump up and get squashed Just thoughts, just talk your lip gloss Cause you spit soft, dick 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!"...Shad 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) [Outro - Chamillionaire - talking] 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