Paroles: Chamillionaire. Mixtape Messiah 4. On The Grind Homie.

[Intro:]
Yeah!
It's Major Pain, baby
Nomtombout?
Ha, Ha, Ha
Aight, let me get serious
It's KOOPA!

[Chorus: x2]
I come through and show em how to do it (WOO)
And she like 'Boy, you da truth' (You da truth)
And he like (yeah) 'Boy, you da truth' (you da truth)
And she like (hold up) 'Boy, you da truth'

[talking over chorus: Chamillionaire]
So what I'm goin try to do is
Go a little faster
Then I'm a go a lil slow
Switch up the style a lil bit, nomtombout?
You ready?
I'm ready, baby
Turn my headphones up
Hear it go

[Verse:]
I'm back to the bone, I 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-est!
Anybody that's on the net, saying Chamillionaire ain't the best
Get off the D, get off the I and let'cha 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 saying that money talks, rappers better not I make a sound
Walking 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 masterpiece, 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 patlone
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 checking 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 the 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 looking like she Amazon
Got a hustle 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 bank, 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 it's like I got hit with a 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's here, haters prepare better to run
When ya see me greemy like "Cannon" cause I am a don
HUH!