Tellaheaux Goodbye Lyrics - Chamillionaire

See I aint trippin but Im just saying 

See a rapper and she tell you to have a little thang 

Call me player in the game by the nickname 

See a widowyour ankle gets sprained 

Heard about me through his say 

And get about my damn face 

I aint never had a hand out 

Thats why I aint handing out hand shakes 

Got no time for that pillow talk 

Yall feminine to my man ways 

Love the ladies but I let them know 

That my bank account is my man cave 

If thats what she doing for a fountain drink 

Then what she doing for the ace of spades 

Giving knowledge like she skipped the grade 

But show gpa, Im gonna make it race 

Grease it up just like a type of 

Treat my dick just like a razor blade 

Cause when I pull it out she says its time to cut 

I guess I should have came with a band aid 

Cant assume, she came by herself, that she telling you 

That she lonely 

Cant assume, she just texting you 

And she message you on that phone G 

Cant assume that she squeaky clean 

Cause she let you see 

Cant assume that she came to see 

Your courtside and not to see Kobe 

You cant mess around with my homie 

And turn around and rub on me 

And tell your friends that Im not the truth 

Cause I didnt wanted to get cozy 

Holy matrimony, with my cash is never a tree 

Cause the same girl thats laying on your chest 

Will try to double cross you like 

See Im just sticking to the G code 

Im just worried bout me 

Soon as I see that she see through me 

I aint looking through the peep hole 

I wont pay for no peep show 

Im just trying to get deep though 

And damn beat the beats upon beast mode 

So you can watch and copy like King Kong 

I know plenty Gs that do dope deals 

And millionaires that got more mills 

Smart enough to not give it up 

To every pretty woman in high heels 

I cant give in no dough still 

Her friends is saying Im so treal 

Killing yall with my vogue wheels 

And thats what the hell I call road kill 

Ok, be careful who you may kiss you 

Cause you know a player wont miss you 

Just gonna out of the picture 

No lie, no lie, no lie, no lie 

No lie, no lie, no lie, no lie 

Say you know what Ill do 

Ima tell that hoe goodbye 

Ima tell that hoe goodbye 

When I know she aint true 

Ima tell that hoe goodbye 

Ima tell that hoe goodbye 

When you know that we through 

Ima tell that hoe goodbye 

Ima tell that hoe goodbye 

Yeah Im talking bout you 

Ima tell that hoe goodbye 

Baby you know I stay fly as hell 

Shaking heads and love wine cell 

All the birds are fly down south 

So Im still the man with that clientele X 2 

Ima tell that hoe goodbye 

Im still the man with that clientele 

Ima tell that hoe goodbye 

Im still the man with that clientele 

I think youre better off by yourself 

I might go and purchase your Prada shirt 

And let her get a new blunt shirt 

And take you to my concert.. 

Just the same as these other rappers 

We know its sweeter than starburst 

I might throw a bone in your broad purse 

Ima eat with my dogs first 

Big dog without any bark 

I got plenty biting no plenty sharks 

Hit the lake and pull up the boat 

And have chickens flocking like no resort 

Know you working then know your part 

Know you working then know your part 

Not attracted to any chicks that know every player 

Thats known to start 

Hold up, I cant be counting no twister 

I hope youre fine as your sister 

Cause if not Im prolly gonna switch ya 

No lie, no lie, no lie 

Ima tell that hoe goodbye 

Ima tell that hoe goodbye 

Be on your way.