100 Million Lyrics - Mixtape Messiah 7 - Chamillionaire

[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' (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) 

[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