[Intro/Chorus - (Oh oh oh oh oh) mayne Most of these rappers tell but lies (nothin but lies) (Oh oh oh oh oh) Nahhhhh, nah, nah, nah (woo, woo) You can tell that lyin when you look in their eyes (Why are we...late) Stop lyin, you boys makin nothin (stop lyin) Stop lyin, you boys makin nothin (stop lyin) (Oh oh oh oh oh) lyin, you boys ain't makin nothin If you ask me they all
- Chamillionaire] Yeah, see the sophomore album (Oh oh oh oh oh), the definition of horror I don't need your fake friends or your fake Matatas (woo) (Oh oh oh oh oh) Osama, the Unabomber, Kevorkian, Dahmer Decided to get together, never could do what I'm a (Why are we...late) It's every thought I think is equivalent to a dollar If I 10 million, I'd shrivel into a baller (Oh oh oh oh oh) Money smaller, stacks taller than Jordan's father My wallet be lookin pregnant, Ben Franklin have a daughter Holla, if you ever mess with my You'll be pissed on like your name was Isiah Your label took your album, threw it up in the air and they it (blaow) Now that the rap game is rotted, I gotta do somethin it (Why are we...late) I was movin mixtapes, Dre was movin the "Chronic" Started movin millions, soon as Kanye's into "College" I can take ya overseas in the villas look exotic You would think it's open bar how the water like Hypnotiq (Oh oh oh oh oh) I'm the "Million Dollar Man", my money "Bionic" Fast the month of what Ramadan do if you Islamic (yeah) (Oh oh oh oh oh) Bow to the Mecca, the minute the kid is spotted They like "hassa lamma lakem," the chick I'm with is a (Why are we...late) And the drop is a foreigner like she Scottish I make sure the feet stay with a pedicure, keep 'em (Oh oh oh oh oh) Am I not the to come out of Houston Man be honest How come my in they mouth more than they orthodontist (Oh oh oh oh oh) If I say that I'm the best, then just know I'm bein honest If I say I'm filthy rich, just know that I'm bein modest (Oh oh oh oh oh) You doubt it, think about it, success gonna assist my promise I'm able to pull digits out of my wallet (Why are we...late) My digits ain't got no limits, my digits into commas My so big in mileage, your mansion look like a cottage (haha) (Oh oh oh oh oh) Uh, not tell me you ain't got it If money you owe's the topic, if money you owe's the If money you owe's the topic, you better come through and it pull somethin outta your ass (outta your ass), like a colonic When ya fail, they all yell, so that y'all sound some riots The crowd goes wild, the "Victory's" been (Why are we...late) Platinum makes 'em be quiet, you wish that you had some for 3 seconds] Not Gangsta Boo, I ain't gotta ask "Where Da Dollars At" (where da at ) I could show you exactly the dollars stacks (Oh oh oh oh oh) I have you pacin, I'm navigatin, I'm a map Like mapquest with the moula, when it down to that (Oh oh oh oh oh) Y'all tried to me out the spot, but I'm still here Have to have cheated cause this don't even feel fair (yeah) (Why are we...late) the chrome like I'm rollin on a wheelchair My money than the Bin Laden beard hair (Oh oh oh oh oh) I'm still rippin up the game, do you the tear (tear) The world still round and still square (Oh oh oh oh oh)
- Chamillionaire] Mixtape ... 3 (Oh oh oh oh oh) Nah, nah, nah, nah Most of these rappers nothin but lies (Oh oh oh oh oh) Nah, nah, nah, nah You can tell they lyin when you look in their eyes (Why are we...late) lyin, you boys ain't makin nothin Stop lyin, you boys ain't nothin (Oh oh oh oh oh) Stop lyin, you boys ain't nothin If you ask me they all ... (Why are we...late)