It's On Lyrics - Mixtape Messiah 3 - Chamillionaire

[Intro] 

3 million, 4 million, 5 million 

Haha, we gon' need a money exchange 

It's on, it's on, it's on, it's on... 

[Talking over chants of "It's on"] 

September 18th, the album is done baby 

Yeah! Ultimate Victory! 

Uh, Mixtape Messiah, I'm on fire 

And you know this man... 

[Verse] 

I'm so tired of getting cheddar, my cheddar be getting mad 

I told my cheddar chill, money hid inside my stash 

I'm so far into the future, I can't even see the past 

I'm the ish, baby maybe give a baby diaper rash 

So greedy that my hand look like it's in need of cash 

I'm so greedy that my hand look like it's been eating grass 

Want to see the zoo? You don't even need a pass 

The wildlife in my garage, how can you not see the jag? 

You think you can stop my cash, and I'ma tell you how 

9-1-1 are the snitch buttons on the dial 

I put so many jewels on the table on a tile 

To push all the ice off, you gon' need a snow plough 

I be drilling it and killing it like Jason in a mask 

Man this idiot done asked me if Texas rap will last 

And Roscoes, chicken and waffles on the table, acting fat 

Or in the middle of Mr. Chiles, putting a table on my town 

That means I ain't local so don't ask me bout a grill 

I am untouchable so don't ask me how I feel 

Real people ain't have to say it so don't ask me if I'm real 

Make a girl squeal, have her acting like a seal 

I turned on the news, Paris Hilton going to jail 

I got gold diggers in jail that say protection is for sale 

I know me having money is the truth cause my deal 

Just talked, looked at me like "You, you God, hail" 

My money is my money, my money ain't a little 

I open up the safe and there's money in the middle 

The Victory is coming, for now here goes the riddle 

What's a 170 thousand in the colour of a skittle? 

What is it? What is it? The candy stuff I live it 

Just look in my garage, you can't even say what isn't 

A digit, a digit, then add another digit 

The bank is like my homie so the safe is what I visit 

So listen, Chamillionaire is about to snatch the crown 

No matter of fact, just rewind it back cause I've already got it now 

I'm so grown up, and rap is like a child 

When I'm talking, hope you ain't talking back before I lift my hand and pow! 

My style's versatile, no copy in my style 

The printer of my ink, you gon' make a copy how? 

That's suicide, better call a gravedigger now 

He'll be digging a hole in your back yard like a child 

Soul got karma, hip-hop got ?karm/calm? 

Tell the Internet stands, that I said I'm number one 

My Victory is done, who's sick? It's me, it's none 

I'm getting at everybody like Superhead's tongue 

My nuts weigh a tonne, they bigger than your gun 

No homo but my flow's so good I think I'm bout to cum 

...Uhh, can't prevent it, global warming 

Know what I'm talking bout? Haha I think its bout to start storming 

I whip you at your show but wait til you finish performing 

I show up at your residence while roosters is yawning 

Like Phoenix Arizona, nuts in the morning 

I at your crib early giving juice to your woman 

Like H-Town, Texas, I know Hollywood boys 

That can hit a golf ball in the sky with good points 

I watch ?Homer? flicks but ladies get moist 

I'll make a girl scream and sound like it's a good noise 

Rappers bow down to the sound of my voice 

I'm the rapper that you picking and the south, good choice 

Got big Tonka trucks that don't sound like toys 

And I got homeboys with five 9's like Royce 

You choice, better be stinging like a Cobra 

When my homies get it popping like a soda 

Cola, if your not Chamillionaire then it's over 

Top of the charts, I'ma hit it like a Cobra